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After An Affair, We Lived As Strangers For Eighteen Years—Until One Doctor’s Visit

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someone catching my arm. I had stumbled out of the bar sometime after midnight when the room started spinning too violently, and Mark Peterson—Michael’s best friend since their freshman year of college, the person who’d introduced us at that party sophomore year, our best man who’d stood beside Michael at the altar—had been outside smoking a cigarette.continue reading …

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