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r with a flick of my hand
st. This was my third glass. Or fourth. I wasn't counting anymore. I
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ly there when we talked. His eyes wa
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caught in
my phone, hoping he was texting to say
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on. No emoti
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ke it was trying to break free. My
ars, reduced to a handful
sn't sure if it was the alcohol or the t
ole world aroun
yone else left. My dad died when I was eight. My stepmother barely acknowledged
tepmother said he was her nephew, some dista
nds first. Then lov
. he was
s couldn't
I needed to look him in the eye. I
und me. My purse slipped from the seat, my
the night air. It hit me like a slap, cold, sharp, so
y hand and call
op, and I practically f
?" the dr
well...
houghts. I leaned my head against the window, tryin
hands. His promises. The way he
y of i
er actual
s were like jelly. I climbed out and somehow made
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ear the couch, was a
ped br
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stery boyfriend had gifted them to her. She never told me who he w
ga
ppled down
mach t
ease,
els silent on the hardwood floor. The hallway was dim, th
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y hand through breakups, cried with me during my f
who swore she'd
own. I reached the door
r. L
ound his waist, his mouth buried in her neck. Her back arched. Her head
I br
d, wounded thing. I clutched my chest
Couldn't speak. M
my shoulder and hit the flo
snapped tow
was