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Saturday. Today was Wednesday

e was anyone

ouse Ethan insisted I move into, a place wi

wn in from Paris, hung off my

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ty one, apparently, b

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tly tailored in navy, lookin

days. I think that earns

nds casually in his pockets. "You're not

ame. Don't rom

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reflection towered over

mirror, trying t

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id. "Most people sell

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through his eyes. Anger?, pain

ally. "And you're goin

I could ask w

opping bombs and w

it was someo

sure, but it didn't feel like

ss window was part of an illu

the day memorizing

ave me. Whe

dating. Our shared

pen

convince the world

ies are always more re

ceiling for hours, listening to the hum of t

d, or if he was just a

nding in a white dress as the world around me burned,

weating and

would become Mr

hat wasn

nd a husband who couldn't be

't pay the bills and