Karma's Sweet Revenge
with warmth, a scent tied to years of laughter
was just a reminder
nder of "The Daily Ris
y," she'd said over a clip
empty chair beside me, her
my shoulder, a
from one small shop funded by my life sa
lic face, and I was... oper
ecounting her school play, but
cation.
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t post: a
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, arm casually dra
for people who truly appre
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before my brain
Leo's post: "Glad you found y
hone back i
at me, waiting for a
e. "That sounds
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stepping out ont
e was sharp, furious. "Are you t
ou a happy Thank
rk is seeing it! Leo is devastated! You need to dele
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him was insta
her tone shifting slightly, a practiced, d
I said, my voice
ha
ke it up to me. I'm at
e on h
erly reports. Remember? You were rushing
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eement. Standard stuff. Division of assets, the works. The m
came from her e
you wo
I said it quietly. "
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