You gaze at the clothes flipping in the washer, because you don’t know what else to do. They’re not even yours.You told Brad you needed something more, something he couldn’t offer, something you couldn’t explain. You rubbed your damp palms over the lime green material of your dress and told him you wouldn’t forget. You…

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