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But crap days in a long-term relationship were a given. You no more thought they might spell the end than you feared every cold could be cancer.
“Rumors of karaoke,” Bharat added. “Jesus. I long for death’s sweet release.”
Once you despised someone with that sort of Old Testament fervor, you could always find the material.
That girl wasn’t created by him, she existed already.
