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Goodbye

Her coat was heavy like a stone slab fixed to her shoulders. The road looked longer and her destination further with every step. She dragged her bag as if it were a burden. She didn’t want to look back, but she did. He was still looking at her. But now she wouldn’t be able to tell if the tear running down his cheek was actually true or just an illusion.

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