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  • "But, baby," Carl pushes his head around the door jam, hushing himself with a long blink. "You can't come inside." Her breath is warm. Carl hands back the note.

    "I know what it says."
    "I don't have to read it, baby."
    "I'm lonely too."

    Carl wants her to smile. He wants her to smile at him and walk away. He wants her to smile at him as he buries her under a fucking rock.

    "Baby, You just can't come in."
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