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When he whispered the word apology—an ordinary word that seemed to rearrange the room—Mara felt small and immense all at once. He apologized for the nights he had come home and smelled like winter and left like a shadow. He apologized with the clumsy earnestness of someone who had never learned to apologize well, and she accepted it the only way she could: by forgiving him in the ordinary exchange of life, by making tea and handing it across the coffee table. fsdss672mp4
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