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He blinked. “You’re being dramatic.”
“No,” he shook his head. “Before, you were absent. Now you’re quiet. It’s different.”
“I said I’m not going. You can go. Tell her I have a migraine.”
“I’ve always been quiet,” she said.
“I want a divorce,” she said.
She moved into a small apartment in Pinheiros with peeling paint and a window that faced a brick wall. She ate dinner alone, standing over the sink. She cried in the shower. She doubted everything.
She never published it. She never needed to.
He blinked. “You’re being dramatic.”
“No,” he shook his head. “Before, you were absent. Now you’re quiet. It’s different.”
“I said I’m not going. You can go. Tell her I have a migraine.”
“I’ve always been quiet,” she said.
“I want a divorce,” she said.
She moved into a small apartment in Pinheiros with peeling paint and a window that faced a brick wall. She ate dinner alone, standing over the sink. She cried in the shower. She doubted everything.
She never published it. She never needed to.
