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one of David’s socks had ended up in my bag — it felt obscene that something so small could still belong in my life. Mostly I felt tired: not victorious, not relieved, just worn out.
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one of David’s socks had ended up in my bag — it felt obscene that something so small could still belong in my life. Mostly I felt tired: not victorious, not relieved, just worn out.

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