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	<title>Isabel Horgan</title>
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		<title>A beginning</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Feb 2026 02:18:03 +0000</pubDate>

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	Every day at noon, he
asks if I would like a&#38;nbsp;mint. I reply, “why
not?”&#38;nbsp; This has gone onfor 186 days. Today, I&#38;nbsp;
will refuse. It is 10:58,

we eat lunch in the
courtyard at 11:30. Hearrives before me.&#38;nbsp;
He is married. I am not.A few times a week,&#38;nbsp;at least 4, I ask about&#38;nbsp;his wife. Her name isCaroline. He calls her
“Care”.&#38;nbsp; She works at&#38;nbsp;the type of place wherenumbers get pushed aroundand they make lots of&#38;nbsp;calls. He loves her,
but I can tell she isdistant. Mostly, he talksand I listen. We mostlytalk about Care.&#38;nbsp; Lastweek, I was at a cafe&#38;nbsp;with a friend. I saw&#38;nbsp;Care – I recognized herfrom a photo. She waswith a man. They kissed.&#38;nbsp;I can’t take his mints&#38;nbsp;anymore, I realized.&#38;nbsp;It would feel like thenI would be implicated.&#38;nbsp;
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		<title>Main Page</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Jan 2024 01:16:31 +0000</pubDate>

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	ISABEL HORGAN&#38;nbsp;
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