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She laughs manically. I doubt she’ll

remember anything she said, but I

would. I would remember the fact that

she stole my life from me and didn’t have

the decency to replace it with something

better.

I have never cried the way I did that

night, standing outside the Lovell house in

the rain. I thought about walking up to

their door and introducing myself. I

imagined the joyful reunion, and then I