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He takes a swig off his beer.
“You’re the author, living on the edge,”
he sidesteps.
“Who broke your heart?” I ask
softly, my eyes meeting his sad ones.
"Believe it or not, it was a long time
ago. She belonged to another man, when
we got together, I never knew that. She
left. And here I am."
"I'm sorry." I realize that this
situation must be hard for him, with me
