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I hear a noise downstairs.

From the dining room.

I should go.

He might notice me standing in the doorway.

But it doesn't look like he would notice anything right now.

His face is carved with grief and regret.

"Sophie... I'm sorry... I still love you... I just lost it... Sophie... I didn't like her... Only you.."

I leave anyway.

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