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He lays the dinner table – one plate, one knife, one fork, a neatly pressed napkin – the pattern of his life.
There were other choices along the way: a woman with hazel eyes and a warm, forgiving smile; a child who could have been plucked from the family photo album, the same unruly hair, the same jutting, stubborn chin.
But he shook them off him like snowflakes from a coat. And now there’s only one way to be.