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“I’m sorry. I can’t.”

Lena didn’t say “Are you okay?” because they both knew the answer. candid-v3

Lena took a long breath. The kind that fills your lungs all the way to the bottom. “I’m sorry

The Last Table by the Window

Across the street, a man in a blue jacket was arguing with a delivery driver. His hands moved fast—angry, defensive—but the driver just shrugged and rode away. The man stood there, defeated, then kicked a trash can. It didn’t fall over. That made him angrier. candid-v3