Adultery The Language of Her Heart

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He had finished dressing.
His shirt was still half-wrinkled, damp in places, sticking to his back near the shoulder blades. His pants were creased at the knees, belt tightened one loop tighter than it needed to be. He looked smaller now. Not physically — but in presence.

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I slept.

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