When I walked into the room seven hours after leaving town I looked straight over to the bed she was in, and then I looked at my mother, and then I looked at the floor. Half an hour too late. I can never forgive myself. Only through the daylight hours I can tell myself it never happened, as the lady on the bed was not the lady in my heart. It was a
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