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it wasn’t the bridge,” I said. “It was the people waiting on the other side.”
“Not anymore,” she said.
“No,” I agreed. “Not anymore.”
We stood in comfortable silence for a while.
“You know what I think?” she said finally.
“What?”
“I think you cut the brake lines too,” she said.
I blinked.
“Excuse me?”
She smiled, a little crooked.
“I mean… like… not really,” continue reading …
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