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rest of my life.
Is this it? he said. Not angry. Just small.
My phone buzzed on the counter before I could answer him.
Mark’s name lit the screen, and the message underneath was short enough to read in the preview without opening it.
He’s nothing to me today.
For a second the kitchen seemed to tip on its axis.
It was not the worst thing Mark had ever done.continue reading …
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