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lawn.
Then he went back for another one.
He was unloading the truck right there in the driveway.
My stomach churned.
It was a power move. He was betting that I wouldn’t let my things—or his things—get ruined in the rain.
He was betting that his stubbornness was stronger than my boundaries.
“He’s not leaving,” I whispered to the empty room.
I went to the kitchen continue reading …
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