h across my perfectly curated living room, a
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on on paper, a performance, with me, a ta
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gs, a locked box in his st
e with Chloe, his childhood sweet
ty years, was an elaborate
ntity, suffocating, extin
oo, then
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ie lived inside me, but it b
in, not waste another two dec
for myself
ck, Liam' s flat
, I remai
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ething
replied, my voic
ough future knowledge, every polite smile a calcu
dies abroad, a fortune spe
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him, seeing the feigned concer
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peated, my voice
n't sta
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ferent woman now, a woman