Bill and Ryder sat across from each other at the kitchen table, it was a small thing. Normally only seating one, Bill. But they made it work, they always did. It was dark in the house: the effect of no woman being present. Dinner was okay, nothing fancy, Bill could cook, but not as good as Sarah used to, or Sally for that matter, but it was good nonethe…
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