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Lena nodded. She didn’t say “I know.” She didn’t say “It doesn’t get better.”
The girl looked at the cup, then at Lena. She wiped her face with her sleeve—hard, like she was angry at her own tears. candid-v3
Her coffee had gone cold twenty minutes ago. She wasn’t drinking it. She was holding it, both hands wrapped around the ceramic like it was a tiny life raft. Lena nodded
Lena’s phone buzzed.
