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That’s the part that hurts. I love you and I’m still lost.”
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That’s the part that hurts. I love you and I’m still lost.”
That Sunday, I waited on the porch. I didn’t want Elaine to be a shadow anymore. I wanted the truth to have a face I could speak to.
At noon, she walked up with pale pink roses. She stopped when she saw me standing outside.
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