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April 24, 2016
It's a Sunday. She's staring at his feet peeking from under the covers, she's thinking of the best way to leave him. The small sighs he makes when he's asleep is all she knows, yet here, now, she has to make a decision on how to break his heart. Face to face or through a letter? Or just up and leave without a word. How do you go about ending something that you're not sure you want to end? He stirs and her resolve to walk out the door weakens. She gets back into bed. She will try again tomorrow.