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James was handsome. And rich. And super successful. I was so much younger than him. A classic trophy wife. If he knew I couldn’t have children, he wouldn’t have been trying so hard for me to remember our lives together. He’d be trading me in for a younger model. That’s what people like him did. “Do you have James’ number?” I asked, ignoring his question. “Yeah. Have you changed your mind about calling him?” “I thought about what you said, and you’re right, I do need to let him know that I’m safe. But I want to call him from a payphone. And I want to be a few drinks in when I do it. Let’s go to Kildare's.” “Kildare's closed a few years ago.” “What do you mean Kildare's closed? It was the best! What the hell happened to this campus? It’s gone to shitsville. None of the changes they’ve b
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