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A Picnic in the Rain
I open my eyes slow, stretching my arms above my head as I wake. I know without calling out that you’re not here. The house is too quiet without you here, too empty without your presence. I sit up in bed, and find the note that says you had a few things to clear up at the office, and would be back later this afternoon. It’s my own fault you have to go into the office today. Yesterday I pulled you away from a project you were working on, but I don’t think either of us regretted it. I slide back...