ing, the rout
d. I' d run out and grab her a breakfast burrito from the place down the street. I
to
laptop and started working on a new level design for the game I was developing. The
ten, hungover and squinting against the
coff
not looking up
cupboards. A few minutes later, she came back
aid, her tone a clear invitation for a fight.
h. Tell him not to drive buzz
I could feel her staring at the back of my head, willing
idn
that afternoon. I was
ed, as if this was breaking news. "He's a mess. I'm going
andmine. I would have argued, pleaded
gged on my jacket.
ound. I just closed the door behind me and left her standing there, alone in the quiet apartment. The loss
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