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... homesickness, not for the walls of our house, but for her—for my wife—though the night was young. It was a ridiculous thing, really, to miss someone this much when the clock had barely passed midnight. But this is business, and business thrives in the dark, with alcohol dulling tongues and secrets dripping between glasses. They had their women draped on their arms, ornaments they could exchange like cufflinks. I let them have their little spectacle. I didn’t bring mine, because she doesn’t enjoy ...
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