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Penulis: SARAH RUDY
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-10-31 00:55:09

The kitchen is very quiet.

He puts his jacket on the hook by the door. He goes to the counter and he fills a glass of water and he drinks some of it and he puts it down and all of this is done with his back to me and all of it takes approximately fifteen seconds and I wait through all fifteen of them.

He turns around.

"It was a business decision," he says.

Something in my chest pulls tight. "Tell me about the business decision."

"The timing wasn't right. I had an ongoing situation here that—"

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