She still looked at me as if I were her son first and everything else second.
That kind of love is so pure that you stop imagining evil can reach it.
That was my mistake.
I married Sofía three years ago.
She was elegant, articulate, and almost impossibly composed.
The first thing people said about her was that she had class.
The second thing they said was that she had taste.
I now think those are often the polite words people use when they mean someone knows how to perform warmth without feeling it.
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