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Mattering
This morning, as I sat in my comfortable chair with Violet purring sweetly, a memory, long forgotten from childhood, returned to be witnessed and held from a perspective far different than the one I had at the time, being a young teenager when it first occurred. It was my parents’ wedding anniversary. As I recall, this was #16 at the time. My mother said to my father, “Arnold, do you love me?” My father got angry and replied sharply, “I told you I loved you 17 years ago. That
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