“All right,” I said. I licked my lips. “We had a falling out. Well, not exactly. It was me who said something to her, you know, the way you do when you’re angry. I packed my things and left. She’d given me to understand, she didn’t say it outright, but when you’ve lived with someone for years you don’t need to… I was convinced it was just talk—that she’d be afraid to do it. And… I told her that, too. The next day I remembered I’d left the… the shots in a drawer. She knew they were there—I’d brought them home from the lab, I’d needed them. At the time I told her what effect they have. I got
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