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“Does it ever stop hurting?” the girl asked.
Her coffee had gone cold twenty minutes ago. She wasn’t drinking it. She was holding it, both hands wrapped around the ceramic like it was a tiny life raft.
“I’m sorry. I can’t.”
“He said he’d meet me here,” the girl whispered. “An hour ago.”
“No,” she said. “But you get better at carrying it.” candid-v3
The girl nodded slowly. Then she picked up the cold coffee and drank it anyway.
The girl sat down, pulled out a textbook, and immediately started crying. Not the loud kind. The silent kind where your shoulders shake and you breathe through your mouth because your nose is already clogged. “Does it ever stop hurting
Lena nodded. She didn’t say “I know.” She didn’t say “It doesn’t get better.”
Lena took a long breath. The kind that fills your lungs all the way to the bottom. She was holding it, both hands wrapped around
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