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ago now felt cold and hollow.
The champagne had gone flat.
The catering was congealing.
The congratulations balloons seemed to mock the devastation below them.
Derek slumped in a chair by the window, staring at nothing.
His success story had evaporated in less than three hours.
My mother sat rigid on the couch, tear-streaked and silent, stripped of the supportive continue reading …
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