« I know. »
« Were you friends? »
He smiled sadly.
« No. »
The answer surprised me.
« Then… how did you know him? »
He looked down at the white carnation still resting in his hand.
« I only met your husband once. »
« Once? »
« It was enough. »
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« I know. »
« Were you friends? »
He smiled sadly.
« No. »
The answer surprised me.
« Then… how did you know him? »
He looked down at the white carnation still resting in his hand.
« I only met your husband once. »
« Once? »
« It was enough. »
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