Fiction | June 01, 1989

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I hadn’t seen her in fifteen years and the first thing I said when she sat down was, “Jesus, what’s happened to you?” and the first thing from her was, “Can’t you tell a girl she looks nice?” “You look swell,” I said, “but what happened?” “Marriage.”

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