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April 22, 2007
She turned away, too. She couldn’t bear to see him look at her like that. Where is the carefree girl I married? Who is this weeping look-alike? She started to cry in private, never in front of him. It became her secret vice, her release. She was scared: one day, she walked halfway to her office before noticing her surroundings. She couldn’t remember how she got to where she was standing. Another day, she was writing a check to the gas company and couldn’t remember her name to sign the check. She just stared at it blankly. Who am I?