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a lie. And I’m done living lies. Patricia sobbed, pressed her hand against the window. I loved you. I loved her. I just wanted her back. You didn’t love me, I said quietly. You loved a ghost. I was just convenient. Gerald watched from a different window. Said nothing. The van pulled away. Ryan and I stood together, watched it disappear. Do you think continue reading …