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buried you.”
A man across the aisle turned to look at us.
Karl leaned closer, irritated now.
“I said I’m sorry. I knew once I explained, you’d understand.”
That sentence hurt more than anything.
Because in that moment, I realized he truly believed grief was something he had given me temporarily.
Like an inconvenience.
Like a test.
“No,” I said quietly. “You continue reading …
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