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avoiding my eyes.
“Couldn’t sleep.” I flipped a page in a magazine I wasn’t reading. “How was the trash?”
“The what?”
“The trash. You’ve taken it out every night this week.”
His face blanched.
“Oh. Yeah. It was fine.”
“Good.” I stood.
Bowls of chocolate pudding on a counter | Source: Midjourney
“I’m going to try to sleep now.”
“Lucy… is everything okay?”
I continue reading …
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