The Face Hidden in a Silver Spoon
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Marcus told me he was working late on Thursdays. He had been telling me that for almost two months, and I had no reason in the world not to believe him. He was a project lead at a logistics firm, the kind of job that swallows people whole near a quarterly close, and he came home those nights smelling faintly of cold coffee and looking exactly as tired as a man should look. I would leave a plate in the microwave. He would kiss the top of my head. That was our marriage, and I thought it was a good one.
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