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he hazy morning l

ntle kiss to my forehead. He whispered a lie, saying he had to go to so

click, I lay on the cold, hol

search bar. It was a newly built residential tower located in an upsc

al media. Her accounts were completely publi

required reservations six months in advance. Half-hidden in the corner of the frame was Presto

inner. He scolded me, calling it a boring and wasteful idea, and then boiled

olled down m

BMW MINI. The caption read that her "perfect boyfriend" had bought

Soaked to the bone, I stood helplessly by the side of the road, while Preston refused to pay for repairs, le

d found an album from their three

tire penthouse: a high-end refrigerator, an impor

ared a rundown, unheated apartment for five years, Preston had quie

worn-out coat that had been m

at high-rise made of smooth stone and glass. I leaned against t

V with darkly tinted windows dro

ously, one hand possessively resting on Preston

-relaxed, open, as if completely detached

traffic, shoved my hands deep into my empty pockets

my phone began to vibrate

was blunt and clear: she knew I had been standing ac

exactly that she knew who I was be

rs tapping the keyboard, replying that I was Preston's

ting she was typing flickered on and off

te: In Preston's heart, your re