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slightly out of breath. “I’m just wrapping something up. Love you. See you soon.”
“Love you too,” I replied. “I’ll pick up dinner on the way—”
The line went quiet. I assumed he’d hung up and went back to focusing on the rain-slicked road ahead, my wipers working overtime against the downpour. But then, about ten seconds later, I heard his voice again continue reading …
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