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I was once in love with a married man.

He’d call me every morning on his way to work, in the evening on his way home, and once again while taking the family dog for a walk after dinner.

He’d come by my house to say hello while he was out doing errands on the weekends.

He dropped by to bring me flowers and a teddy bear on his way to the hospital to see his newborn baby.

He called me every birthday and Valentine’s Day for thirty-six years to tell me he still loved me.

All these years I never asked him to stop calling. Until today. He said he’s voting for Donald Trump.

UPDATE: As of 11–07–16, he still is. And he did.

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