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I took it from him and put it on.
“I’m going to step downstairs,” I said. “I need a minute of air.”
“I’ll come with you.”
“No need,” I said. “I’ll just be on the sidewalk.”
I smiled at him for three seconds. I counted them. Three seconds of being the version of myself he expected, tired and slightly worried about a missing bracelet, not yet aware that continue reading …
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