“I decided I’m not going to see you anymore,” my lover texted one fall afternoon.
Stopping at a red light, I glanced at my phone to discover he had messaged me on my secret app.
Wait, did I read that correctly?
I squinted at the words.
I need my reading glasses. They were handy in the messy compartment of my car filled with…
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