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13. SHATTERED DREAMS

“I will make you a sandwich.” I finally spat out stubbornly. I tipped my head up, opening the door to leave. 

“A sandwich is not food.” Only a man could put such words in a sentence. Beggars could not be choosers. 

I went to moisturize my skin before I pulled on a simple dress and went downstairs. I pulled out the bread and all I would need to make the sandwich but somehow I couldn’t get through with it. His words came to me and how firmly he had said it. I shook my head. He could not boss me around. 

I cut the bread only to huff out, giving up.

All was put back in place before I thought of what I would cook. 

Pasta would be faster so I got on it. 

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