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The toast.
My name used like a joke.
I wrote one word.
Okay.
I hit send.
The message went through with a soft swoosh, and my kitchen returned to silence.
I stood there a moment longer, letting the quiet settle around me. No shaking. No crying. Just the steady beat of my own pulse in my ears.
My coldness wasn’t a phase.
It was a conclusion.
I didn’t know how continue reading …
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