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A Difficult Situation
The bar is empty at three o’clock on a Thursday afternoon. The glasses are gleaming, the fridges are stocked, and I can see my reflection in the wooden top of the bar. With nothing left to do to keep myself occupied, I grab a glass of water and lean back on the counter, pulling my phone out of my back pocket. I glance down at the screen hoping for a text message, a missed call, or anything from Garry that might let me know where his mind is at. It’s been three days since he walked out of my apartment, and I haven’t heard from him. I’ve been tempted to call him, but there’s this stubborn part of me that’s furious that he left when I needed him the most. Lights gleam off the giant diamond of my engagement ring as I play with it absentmindedly and I can’t help but wonder if I’m still going
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