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protested, citing infection risks and the severity of the fra

se. It was midnight. The city be

key hit me. It was a sharp, biting scent that o

rmchair, a half-empty bottle of amber liquid on the desk. His tie was undo

ly on my crutches, gritting my teeth

assy and unfocused. For a

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right at me, his wife of five year

my voice devoid of em

s vanished, replaced by a w

he glass. "I thought you we

r to the safe. My movements were slow, agonizing.

g the liquid in his glass. "You're always

spinning the di

er that carried more weight than a shout. "Sometimes I

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drink. "Waiting for her to heal. Waiting for the mistake

or the echo of where she used to be, didn't eve

he thick envelope containing the magical

time. He had passed out, his head

dger from my bag. I sat on the edge of the b

page where the nu

age a waste. He cal

the numb

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left me to go comfort her because she wouldn

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er. It was a circle. A completion. It was th

I dialed the number fo

. "I want the divorce papers file

didn't close it. I left it on the nigh

had given him a hundred points