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“What’s it like,” she said, “to be in love… after all these years?” They didn’t answer with words. They answered with a Tuesday.
Sometimes, they wake up and the house is quiet. Not lonely. Just settled. He gets up first, opens the blinds, and the morning comes in clean, tree-filtered light, soft air, the dogs padded footsteps on the wood floors. She walks up behind him and slides her hand into his. “Coffee?” she says. He nods…