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“I don’t feel guilty,” he said. “Not about you. I just feel… old. And grateful. Both things at once.”

Elena said nothing. She just held his hand. sexi mature

“No,” he said. “It’s not. But we could take the train to Paris, Texas. It’s a real place. And then next year, when I figure out this back thing, we try the real one.” “I don’t feel guilty,” he said

Elena laughed. It was a real laugh, not the polite one she used with her book club or the brisk one she used with her real estate clients. “They’re dramatic,” she said. “It’s not you. It’s the plant.” “I don’t feel guilty