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in our yard. It is personal.”
When I finally returned home, Mark was in the kitchen, fully dressed.
“You lied about the camera,” I said.
His face tightened. “I forgot about it for a moment. Relax.”
“You forgot the camera you check every time a raccoon touches the trash cans?”
“I was stressed, Lynn.”
“So was the baby.”
He looked away.
That was the second crack.continue reading …
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