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Deadlock VI
“Are you going to say anything?” Finally, Blue looked up. It was a reasonable enough question. She had been sat by her ex-fiancé’s side for a good few minutes at that point. Staring at the children thrashing about the playground like ants with oversize loads. How she wanted to run up to them with a bottle of hand sanitizer. Who knows what diseases bred in those sheltered, hot slides?
“How’s therapy?” She stared into her ex’s bright eyes. Looked for something material to validate her hopefulness.
“I’m still going, if that’s what you’re really asking.” She looked away, satisfied. It had been. Looked back up at him.
“I saw your mother yesterday,”
“You did?” Richard looked awfully hopeful. She felt badly for the man.
“She was at the station,” That hope resigned
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