I could claim that the reason we no longer live together is that once I gave him a story I’d written that moved him to tears and his response was, it’s good, but not Tolstoy. But really, despite an angry undertow, he is such a lovely man, so generous, so kind, walks old ladies across the street, takes clients to the doctor, gives to charities, attends a…
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