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5:00 p.m.

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Walking home all alone.

I let myself in when I got to our house.

I opened the door and yelled out, “Hello Georgia darling, take your coat off and come and warm yourself by this blazing fire! I’ve made a nourishing stew for you, and when your father comes home from being really masculine and rich we can talk about the four hundred pounds a week you need for a decent pad in London.” As if.

‘… and that’s when it fell off in my hand.’

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