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done with him too.”
Somewhere in the background, a car engine started.
Madison lowered her voice. “He’s leaving. He’s taking the bins.”
“Good,” I said. “They belong to him.”
“He looks furious.”
“That’s not my problem anymore.”
For a second, neither of us spoke.
Then Madison said quietly, “Lauren?”
“Yes?”
“He told me you were cold.”
I looked down at my bare feet continue reading …
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