One of the bitterest pills to swallow had been the realization that he was, in many ways, a happier person without her than with.
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He wasn’t sure whether to be flattered or insulted by her obvious hesitancy.
He hadn’t called in three weeks, and she wasn’t sure whether to be worried or just hate him. The latter would be easier.
He arrives at ten pm, guitar in one hand and a small overnight bag in the other...