He dumped me in August. After seven years, he left me the same way he had left the previous one: fast and by phone. He needed "a week on his own to think." (Note to self: take an inventory of the words men use for the denouement, a glossary of separation). According to a rumor, my predecessor had become temporarily deaf in the ear that had heard the fateful news. I didn't. But I did write to P. to ask him if he was certain he wanted to leave. Out of sorrow? More likely, in a vain and absurd attempt to rewrite our story and give its conclusion more panache. He didn't want to play.

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Founded in Paris in 1990 by Emmanuel Perrotin, then 21 years old, the gallery has become one of the most
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