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... the silence of the house. Or maybe it was just echoing in my head. I stood frozen in the middle of the living room, the space where she had been standing just moments ago now feeling like a gaping, cold void.
My lips still tingled with the phantom weight of hers. I could still taste her, a faint, sweet flavor like the tea she drank, mixed with something wild and uniquely her. For one perfect, stupid moment, I had thought it was the beginning of everything. That everything was going to ch ...
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