How Men Die
Jack Preston King
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Oh my God … this breaks my heart, whatever is left of it. My throat is closed over with the tears that I’m afraid to let start. It is an echo of both my marriages, and in both cases … past and present … I continued to love the woman in spite of the damage this did to my soul and self-worth. Thank you.

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