It's the closest we've been in months, you know, when he put his arms around me and kissed me on the forehead. Kissed me and kissed me and kissed me on the forehead. "I'm sorry." And he doesn't say it, thank God, but I know it's true, that it's really not me, and that it's really him. And that there is nothing that I've done or that I could have
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