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Jesus, Dolores, you’ve got to get yourself together. You’ve got responsibilities. Think about those sometimes – okay? – and get your fucking head right.”Those were the last words his wife heard from him. He’d closed the door and walked down the stairs, paused on the last step. He thought of going back. He thought of going back up the stairs and into the apartment and somehow making it right. Or, if not right, at least softer.Softer. That would have been nice.
