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I feel like such a fool. Like such a stupid, naïve child. I feel like I could get sick and never stop throwing up, as if my body wants to purge all my organs. Especially my dumb heart. Because if I’d been able to delude myself until now, seeing him with her—his wife? Mistress? Another blind i***t like me?—has proven with sickening clarity just how much I actually care for him. Though I tried not to, though I resisted with all my might, I fell for him. I fell for him hard. A sob breaks from my chest. I slap a hand over my mouth to smother it. I drive too fast through the city streets, blind and shaking, with no idea where I am or where I’m going, until I screech to a stop in front of a liquor store. I run inside, panting and wild-eyed, knowing I look like a lunatic but not caring. “I
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