He was still sleeping in the bed. As if nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t broken my heart in front of my eyes a few hours earlier.
I looked at the screen. Number unknown. A message.
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He was still sleeping in the bed. As if nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t broken my heart in front of my eyes a few hours earlier.
I looked at the screen. Number unknown. A message.
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