(It Could) Have Gone Either Way |
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could have gone either way. The moon was dripping alphabets, on the one hand. On the other, she was saying everything like: Now we can be friends. I can get married again. We can put the children in a private school. You will have all day to do whatever it is that you do. I appreciated the concern, but the truth was I hadn’t done anything. We didn’t know why other people get so excited about what are just daily affairs. Everything would be better for all concerned. We didn’t mention what we’d do with the children’s first alphabet, or our old high school’s moon. If we had, we would not have known how it all would have turned out. |
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