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"He never sends flowers," Kristen said. "Or jewelry." "Mine's the same." Val stumbled, slopping wine onto polished granite. "Where's the romance?" Melanie said nothing. By now, Mike would have kissed their kids goodnight and filled the coffeepot for the morning. The porch light would be turned on, guiding her home


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