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it was a loaded question, though gerri knew the ammunition behind it, allowed a wry smile through her perfectly polished gaze. it was not unfamiliar to her - perhaps more so from a woman, which made it all the more gratifying. " i'm >
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< widowed, actually. long enough ago that you don't have to do the apologies. i'm bored of them now. "
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" oh, please. no need. i thrive on hard times, i'd be hurt if you let me off lightly. " she took her hand and shook it firmly, ever the businesswoman. " gerri kellman. which you already know. the pleasure is mine. "
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. . . they're nice flowers. she'll send him a thank you note.
unfortunately,sometimes be does enjoy with the whole show off. even if it is mostly playfully and to push a button or two.
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oh. she'd attributed that to the ninety year old octopus from the gala. she never had him down as an old romantic.
of course. that goes against his morals. the bouquet of flowers and the stupidly expensive bottle of wine delivered to her doorstep in the other hand…
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" we're working very hard on outcomes. we're making great progress. " no point asking for a chance, of course ; the american public were far too impatient for that. " it's a thankless task at the top. hence. " a nod to her drink.
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gerri cannot watch her, though the statement demands her attention. if she looks up, she knows she will begin to wonder how her grown daughter looks so small, a girl who has taken up the same space in her house since she was five >
her heart churned inside her chest, little ballerinas dancing on her ribs every time she tried to breathe. joan turns her back on the divan opposite her mother's armchair, her hands playing with the crocheted blanket covering it: she
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< years old. and gerri will begin to wonder what she did wrong - or maybe what her father did wrong, though perhaps that is a little more obvious - and will find she can't bear it. appropriate, then, is joan's observation. but gerri >
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don't push it. this is fragile peace. a christmas day truce. enjoy it while it lasts. something deep. blues, reds, purples.
what a roundabout way to ask for a little more of my attention. mhm. any color in particular.ᐣ
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" ahh. " fingers traced the stem of her own glass, eager not to meet the gaze of the other woman after the sting of dismissal. " 'interim' is preferable to 'shitters' . as in 'interim' ceo. " gestures at her id lanyard.
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if checked, gerri still carried the faint cesarean scar of her youngest's birth, dark and dull along her abdomen. since that, then, had gerri failed to love her daughter in a manner that wasn’t woven into pain? a forgone conclusion >
a knife, yes, that pokes the freshly healed wound over and over again. joan feels it too; like she’s the one sliding the blade on herself. each conversation a new scar. she pressed her lips together, biting her lower lip so hard that she
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< underpinned their relationship. " you're not writing a story. you’re getting on with life. rest the poetry, joan, and find something worthwhile to do with your time. "
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