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Arranging a Confession

“Are you married, Ms Pavel?” She shifts awkwardly on her seat. “I’m sorry?” “Married. Are you married? Single? Divorced?” She sips at her black coffee through pursed lips without looking at me. Divorced. She doesn’t answer. She doesn’t have to.  The pretense … Continue reading

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