It only seemed to get worse. Of course the guy was a lawyer. How a woman like this could suffer through such an insecure boy like that was beyond me. I couldn’t even call him a man. I pulled the fish off the fire and handed her a stick of fish. We ate in silence but she looked withdrawn and dejected like she was working through something deep and depressing. If I had a fiance and looked like that when I thought of her, I wouldn’t be getting married. But I stayed silent. It wasn’t my place and again—I didn’t care. At least that’s what I told myself. But then why did I feel so shitty when she
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