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had made an impact. Now he was dead so she was entitled to mourn, she said, though it came out like a question.
partly due to the lack of information that made him so appealing. Others would reveal their jag- ged edges and their unsightly scars but he would remain forever a blank, free for her to paint what she wanted.
“Which one was this again?” Rachel asked.
Abby took a breath. Before calling, it did not oc- cur to Abby that Rachel would forget the boy’s name, not recall the significance of his stringing her along. But aside from his magnetism, Abby struggled for identifying qualities. How had she described him? He was handsome. Rectangular glasses. Dressed well. Worked for a startup. It was
“The lawyer,” Abby said.
“Oh right,” Rachel said. There was a long pause on the other line, or maybe just the sounds of Ra- chel’s kitchen sink drowned out her response. “Well that’s sad,” Rachel finally said, clearly disin- terested.
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