CAN THE PLAN
Aug 18, 2021
3 minutes
I open the cupboard and take a breath. The boxes are stacked as I’d left them, shoved in with little thought or care, each one filled with memories of our years together. Four years, three months and 17 days to be precise.
I can still remember the look on his face when I’d pointed that out in the middle of his parting speech. The incredulity that I could produce such accuracy at a moment’s notice. I’d felt both superior and
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