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Memories filled my mind. I shook my head as if it was an eraser.
Aaron reached over and moved a stray strand of hair from my face. “I just committed and now you're here; it's ironic.”
The lightest touch from him sent that night crashing into my consciousness.
“I can't talk about it.” The closeness of his body reminded me of how he had felt against me.
“We made love, Julia.”
My heart catapulted into my throat. “Aaron, it was the night before my wedding.”
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excerpt from sleeping with the windows open © catherine dicairano 2007
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