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I stood waiting by the window watching for his car to come up the road dinner grows cold eventually I eat alone he finally gets home and I know I know
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Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 10:27 PM UTC
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I stood waiting by the window watching for his car to come up the road dinner grows cold eventually I eat alone he finally gets home and I know I know
Perhaps it is better to not know.
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Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 10:27 PM UTC
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