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we’re learning how to be old.”
I asked what he meant.
He nodded toward the lake. “Sitting silently on benches and watching ducks.”
And suddenly the exhaustion felt strangely peaceful.
My boyfriend broke up with me right after Valentine’s Day, and he chose the cruelest way possible.
He handed me a frying pan and smirked that my “real place” was probably continue reading …
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