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And Lucy? She didn’t call. Not once.
Two years passed.
But as fate would have it, I ran into her at the grocery store.
It was one of those ordinary Wednesdays when I had raced in on my lunch break, trying to remember which cereal Will had declared the “only one he liked now.”
I had just turned into the frozen food aisle when I saw her.
Lucy!
She looked exhausted, like a ghost of her former self.
Her hair was longer but unkempt.
She wore the same expensive camel-colored coat she had left in, only now it looked worn and out of place. She was scanning the shelves as if she weren’t sure what she was looking for.
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