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The divorce was three years ago this October.
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The divorce was three years ago this October.
The Crooked Moose was emptying out around eleven.
The drive to Oakhaven took four hours, and I spent most of them watching Dwayne's hands on the wheel.
I've managed the Grand Meridian hotel for six years now.
My life at 44 was basically the same week on repeat.
I'd known Elliot for about four months, and only in the way you know somebody through friends of friends, meaning we'd nodded at each…