[Angela nods because it's the way she would have lived, the rules she always lived by. Why would she disagree with him now? She never wanted him to be alone all those months she was gone; it's clear he doesn't want the same for her.]
I don't know what to do with your things. I get upset touching them.
[The words come out on a laugh, one that's self-deprecating because the wound is still so fresh and real.]
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I don't know what to do with your things. I get upset touching them.
[The words come out on a laugh, one that's self-deprecating because the wound is still so fresh and real.]