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... towel through my damp hair.
I found one of Dominic’s shirts folded neatly on the counter.....a black one, soft and oversized, with a faint scent of his cologne clinging to the cotton. I pulled it on, and it hung halfway down my thighs.
I caught my reflection in the mirror.
The shirt made me look even skinnier than usual, my face wasn’t blotchy from crying.
I stood there for a second, clutching the hem and trying to get my breathing under control again.
It ...
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