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March 9, 2007
He’s only gone for one night, and she can hardly bear it. She had thought she’d enjoy watching a chick flick, indulging in pizza, giggling on the phone, and sipping martinis, but instead, all she can think about is how much she misses him. She wanders aimlessly around the apartment, which seems so silent and lonely without his presence. She looks at his empty chair, his slippers beside it, the coat tossed carelessly on the couch, the cup with his unfinished tea, and thinks, “What would I do if he was really gone?” She knows the answer to that question.