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Writer's pictureCrystal Crawford

Chapter 3: Grace

Grace


I stared at the ceiling, willing sleep to take over, but it was a waste of my time. I couldn’t get comfortable for hours, then when I finally found a suitable position, my mind flooded with all the good memories shared with Aaron. It occurred to me that we never had a fight. Not one until we broke up, and I doubted anyone would call that a real fight.

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