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Chapter Sixty-Eight: Beatrice Falls

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I got home from Nathan just after nine and went straight to the drawer.

Not to eat. Not to shower. Not to do any of the ordinary things a man did at the end of a day that had taken that much out of him. I sat at the kitchen table in my coat and I pulled the six pages out and I read them from the beginning the way I always did, slowly, not skipping anything, not rushing toward the parts I had written most recently. All six pages. Every word I had chosen and the ones I had crossed out and come ba
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