Sunday, December 2, 2007
414 days, 17 hours, 29 minutes, 48 seconds
She imagines Dubyuh with convertible gloves like she just gave her husband. He uses the cashmere for jogging, slips on the outer leather shell when he meets heads of state. Easy to slide out of. That sounds right, doesn’t it? He’ll ask his Chief of Staff, if he can just remember…
414 days, 23 hours, 7 minutes, 30 seconds
He offers to help her set up her pills for the coming week, always a grueling task. He’s trying to make this as pleasant a day as he can but she can’t.
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