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the stairs. Juliette, he said from the doorway, what are you doing? I placed the documents into my suitcase. I’m leaving, I said. He stood there stunned, as if I had announced something absurd and extravagant. Over a climate issue, he said. I closed the suitcase. The click of the lock was louder than anything his mother had ever shouted. No, Julien.continue reading …
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