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The second came that night.
I returned to the house Karl and I had shared, and everything felt unbearable.
His jacket still hung behind the door.
His coffee mug sat beside the sink.
His shoes were by the bed.
Every corner looked like he might walk back in and ask why I was crying.
I lay down, closed my eyes, and saw him collapsing again.
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