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I’d joke with her, “Girl, you a walkin’ movie!” She’d roll her eyes, say, “Shut up, cashier man.” Loved that sass—kept me goin’ through them long shifts. But damn, the sadness in her eyes? Like that scene where they’re sittin’ in silence, countin’ down days. “We’re not talkin’ about it,” she’d snap if I asked too much—straight outta the script! Made me wanna hug her, tell her she’s enough.

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The meeting starts, and I’m up there, talkin’ about numbers and strategies. I’m tryin’ to keep it light, throwin’ in a joke here and there. And guess what? They’re actually laughin’! I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. But then, I see my boss’s face. He’s not laughin’. He’s lookin’ like he’s just bitten into a lemon.

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