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“You don’t have to lie to your husband for me.” “It’s not for you, dimwit, it’s for me. I like this job. Besides, what the man doesn’t know won’t kill him.” She squeezes my hands. “But if he happens to come in when you’re working, even if it’s a year from now, let’s just pretend it’s your first night back.” I say mournfully, “Oh, the tangled webs we weave.” Carla scoffs. “Stop it already. Marriage is an institution built on white lies and denial. If husbands and wives started telling each other the truth all the time, the whole system would implode. Tell me what happened since your graduation dinner.” I take a deep breath, exhale, and close my eyes. Then I tell her everything since that night, not leaving anything out. At the end of it, I’m emotionally wrung dry, but relieved to get i
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