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... exactly what I needed. Don’t get me wrong—I still care about Marinaa lot, but if she’d been there, I would’ve had to be cautious of what I said, answer questions, keep up a smile I didn’t have the strength for. Tonight, I needed something else. Something simple.
Trent was sprawled on the couch, controller in hand, eyes glued to the TV as his character tore through enemies in whatever new shooter he was obsessed with. He barely glanced up when I let myself in.
"Yo," he muttered, ...
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