I couldn&#39;t do anything else, I enjoy it so much. But I find it tough.

Michael straightened. “I still married her, and I’d marry her again if I had it to do over.” A simple statement, calmly and quietly delivered, but his eyes were burning with wrath.

Eye contact was a delicate matter. A quarter second of a shared glance was a violation of agreements that made the city operational.

If the woman in my life, the one that I felt I loved enough to want to marry, loved my children, I&#39;d know then that her love for me was deeper than I could hope for.

Written By James MacArthur

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