Work was boring; my entire day was boring. I kept picturing Dan sitting there, wrapped in the sheets with tear running down his face; I didn't know if this was happening or not but it really guilt tripped me. I wondered whether he went into the kitchen and ate the breakfast I made for him or took a cold shower so he could feel like he was standing in the rain--letting the water cascade across his face and his salty tears hit his cheeks.
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