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No one has ever accused me of being sweet. Selfish. That’s what Hank said to me. Only once, when I’d asked him to put down those damn models of his and take me out dancing. Or to dinner. Something that didn’t involve going all the way to northern New York just to have a little bit of romance. But you can’t take words back. Once they’re out of your mouth, they take on a life of their own.
But it was no use; sadness was already spreading through me like quicksilver. Grief was funny that way—just when you thought you’d made it to shore, it pulled you right back under.
