My neighbor, Mark.
—
Eric and I had been married for eleven years.
He was charming.
Funny.
Successful.
Everyone loved him.
He never yelled.
He never hit me.
He never insulted me in front of other people.
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My neighbor, Mark.
—
Eric and I had been married for eleven years.
He was charming.
Funny.
Successful.
Everyone loved him.
He never yelled.
He never hit me.
He never insulted me in front of other people.
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