It had been a week since I worked up the courage to speak to you, and there we were, Saturday, mid-spring, six-thirty, standing at the counter of a chic coffee shop downtown. You, me, and your son, my future husband."Americano, no cream." I say, having developed the habit of drinking my coffee bla...
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