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... with a finality that felt like a slap. The place was dim—curtains drawn against the afternoon sun, the only light coming from the flickering TV in the living room. The air smelled of stale chips, cheap body spray, and the faint sourness of unwashed laundry.
She lived alone with him. Marcus. Her husband. Twenty-nine years old, same as her, but he carried himself like a man twice that age—slow, heavy, entitled. Fat toxic husband, she’d called him in her head for the last year, ever since ...
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