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were gone. His books. His tools. His coffee mug. Everything.
All that remained was a note on the counter.
I’m sorry. This is for the best.
His phone was disconnected. The firm told me he had quit a week earlier. He had arranged the disappearance before I even knew I was being abandoned.
I cried for months. Then I got angry. Then I moved to Portland. Started continue reading …
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