It had all begun exactly as he had predicted.
The event that had precipitated the rambling, grammatically flawed, vitriol-sodden missive at which he was now staring; a manifesto of a woman whose every waking hour was a grab for control, was not trivial. Not inherently trivial, nor at all trivial to him. It was an event that had sprung from the most difficult decision […]
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