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The Apartment #292


Her sight was terrible, she couldn't make out the words on the letter she held.
Then a cold tickle ran down her cheek and she remembered she'd been crying. She wiped her cheeks with her hands, taking care not to get tears on her letter.
When she dried her eyes the memories came flooding back - the letters to her husband, the table at which she sat, the lamp on the table. She heard herself say
"I promised I'd write you every week! I did! And you came back!"
"Let me see." The man's voice beside her was gentle and reassuring.

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