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2.3 Alone (Wednesday, Dec. 1, 1999)

When the door finally slammed, the silence overwhelmed me. I couldn’t even hear 359326-232057-thumbnail.jpgthe cars on the street below. Everything was echoing inside my head. The man who I couldn’t stand most of the time, but still loved and did not know what to do without, was gone. He’d left before, but this time somehow seemed more final. My stomach clenched, and I sank to the floor. Quentin churred and left his windowsill to trot toward me. Mangus came in from the other room and directed his blue Siamese eyes at me. I accepted their small comforts.

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