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The man I love.
The man who’s cheating on me.
The man who just broke my heart.
With an intake of breath that’s almost too painful to bear, I bundle my phone into my pocket and step onto the street. My feet hit the wet pavement, slick with rain and wet leaves, much faster than usual as I begin to run, not jog. I run like I can leave it all behind. The words and adjoining images swirling through my head.
More tongue.
I see it all happening, but I don’t slow down.
I can’t.
