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Two Weeks, Wrong City
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Her phone lit up. She answered. "Hi... yeah, I'm at the station... No, I... I don't know..." Her voice got smaller. "I can't do this right now." She hung up. Stood there looking at nothing. I watched her. "Hey," I said carefully. "Are you...?" She wiped her eyes. "My life is falling apart."
"Not all at once, it's not," I said. She looked at me. "I'm going to Venice for two weeks alone because everyone I rely on is either too tired or too gone. And I'm supposed to feel better and I don't know if that's possible." "You're not supposed to feel better," I said. "You're supposed to feel different. And you will, because you're brave." She took my hand. Something real happened.
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