Rewriting Our Love Story

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was a blur of anxiety. Alex was

g at our parents' old house, which he now lived in. He look

anized a small "welcome home/Alex is

faces, of the past dredging itself up, was terrif

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I saw

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le. More beautiful than I remembered. Successful, c

my throat. Six year

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aid, her eyes glinting. "Still single? Or did you finall

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tone, "I'm with someone. Met her in G

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something – pain? Disappointment? – crossed her featu

at the graduation party. M

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