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  • For sixteen long years I avoided it.

    And here it was, staring back at me. Her sewing room turned shrine.

    My head tilted to one side, and my mind racing. The heaviness of my heart beating, and my hands began to sweat. Baffled by what my eyes were absorbing, and not being able to wrap my mind around it.

    And then it hit me, and my heart sank. For sixteen years he has been kissing his finger and touching her lips in the photograph. Not just one, but all of them. They have all received his finger kisses.
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