I spent the next month working at my professor's studio.I drafted plans, made revisions, and delivered documents.My stitches were removed, and little by little, my stomach got better.Life in Boston felt slower.After work, I'd stop at the little restaurant downstairs for mushroom soup and toast.Before long, the owner knew my order by heart."Extra cream, right?"I nodded.Olivia hated cream. She always said it was fattening.As I sat there with steam warming my face, I realized something.There were plenty of things I liked. I'd just spent so long giving them up for her that I'd forgotten.Olivia showed up again that Friday. It was the third time she'd come to see me.She was leaning against her car when I came downstairs, dressed in ankle boots and a trench coat, her lips bright red.The moment she saw me, she smiled."Chris, this place of yours is a dump."Same sharp tongue as always.I walked right past her.She hurried after me."I drove four hours, and that's the attitude I ge
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