“I’m over it,” he said. The slamming door punctuated the statement’s resolve.
“Over what?” she thought, staring blankly at his half-eaten slice and the unopened bottle of merlot, as the flickering tapers teased her toward tears.
Breakup
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“I’m over it,” he said. The slamming door punctuated the statement’s resolve.
“Over what?” she thought, staring blankly at his half-eaten slice and the unopened bottle of merlot, as the flickering tapers teased her toward tears.
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