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"This is my ego talking, but what's he got that I
haven't got?" he
asked. "What can he give you that I wasn't giving you? I thought I
was pretty good in bed. Is he that much better?"
"He makes me very happy," she replied. "I'm in love with him, Jim."
Her last words rang out and hung over the table like a death knell. He
was stunned speechless. The wet in his eyes formed into a tear that
ran down his cheek.
"Does he love you?" he asked, barely able to get the words out.
"He says he does."
"Does he love you?" he asked again.
"Yes."
He looked down at his hands clasped on the table. "Not as much as I
love you," he said. "Stop seeing him. Whatever's missing between us,
I'll find it. Whatever it is that I'm doing wrong, I'll fix it. Just
stop seeing him and we'll forget this ever happened."
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