Chapter 29 The Wreckage of Us

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The leftover rigatoni was congealing into a sad, reddish clump in its Tupperware container. It was a metaphor for the entire evening. For the entire week, really.

“Just put the lid on it,” Sloane said, her voice tight with the kind of irritation that usually preceded a volcanic eruption. “Yo...

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