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“You work too hard,” he said, almost sympathetically, as he pulled on his pajamas. The irony was staggering.
I couldn’t sleep. I lay there in the dark next to him, listening to the rhythmic breathing of a thief. His arm draped over my waist in sleep, a gesture that once brought comfort but now felt like chains. I wanted to scream. I wanted to wake continue reading …
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