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There was a time when she could quell the loathing that Fred inspired in her. She could force it down. Back then, for instance, when they’d been in counseling, the ball of hatred had only been a little, overripe orange - squishy and occasionally mushed
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I wanted to finish our business. Our business would never be finished. Closure is such bullshit. Time does not wound all heels.
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I didn't feel much when I found out that Jay is dead. I didn't cry. I tried.
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Mom might die any day, that's why I can't say anything. She has been dying for years. So when she painted a picture of me in which I looked fat, gross and stupid, all the while raving about how beautiful and…
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It wasn't meant to happen like this— the shutter, the feeling of breathlessness when he touched her shoulder, even after he had pointed out all of the things she had done incorrectly throughout the day. They had been married for five years in February, and as…
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“There is a fine line between love and hatred.” This was what his closest friend, Bob Sanders, had said to him many years ago. And it had finally and irrevocably proven to be so.
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