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I didn’t get much sleep the next night either. I tossed and turned, maybe squeezed in a couple of hours. I had the same sick feeling in my stomach this morning as I did when I got in the taxi after leaving Megan yesterday. My eyes were moist and I think hers were too, but I couldn’t be sure since my welled eyesight was bleary. I didn’t know where our impasse would take us. It was just probably a snag in the larger scheme of things, yet I was surprised how much I felt her loss. I fought to shake off the melancholy as I got ready for work.
The forecast called for rain and it was already starting to sprinkle, so I grabbed my umbrella and began to walk to the office. I liked that the weather was subdued, matching my mood. I zoned out, shifted into autopilot, stepping to the pitter-patter
