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apartment. It was in an old building in Brookly

eeted me. This was my space, with the small branch of

laying that photo over and over. Hale's t

he images from my head. Of course, the entertainme

carpet together. Flashbulbs went off constantly as th

"Captain Jones, are you and Ms. Price offic

st and gave the camera his charming, publi

roke up with me-"happy together." In his world,

"Hale is an incredibly charismati

rts perfectly, like

like he was a complete stranger. Did I ever really love him? O

a single public event. He always said

his image. A simple bakery owner wasn't

me from crazed fans, the time he came back late from an away gam

ated investment in a convenien

my own foolishness. I had wasted two

talking to a man in a suit, while Angelique gracefully mingled

TV, and the room

n below, the sign for my little bakery,

had passed down to me

my own career. I had poured a

fool

w, I had something far m

k out my phone and deleted every photo,

rase him from my

New York skyline and

e, Hal

few things I still had at his apartment. I would go get t

start. For me,