I tossed the clothes aside.My girlfriend, Lucinda Fowler, sat there watching me walk to the door."What, did I say something wrong?" she asked."There's another concert tonight, right?" I gripped the door handle. "Isn't that why you're being so passive-aggressive with me? Go or don't go, I don't care."Never having seen me talk back, she laughed in sheer fury. "You really think I won't?""Suit yourself.""Warren Calhoun!" she snapped, trying to stop me. "What's that supposed to mean? Which part of what I said isn't true? You won't be happy until you've actually pushed me to go, is that it?""I said, suit yourself."I closed the door behind me. I had barely taken two steps down the hall before the sound of shattering glass echoed from inside the room.…I sat in a cafe, stirring my coffee, as I looked up the number for my supervisor, Eve Hoffman.I'd been living frugally to save up for a marital home. In fact, the most expensive drink I'd ever had was from a convenience stor
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