For thirty-one years, Roland and I had slept beside each other.
Then, one night, I woke and found his side of the bed empty.
By morning he was always back, rubbing his lower back, blaming the mattress.
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Then, one night, I woke and found his side of the bed empty.
By morning he was always back, rubbing his lower back, blaming the mattress.
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