I Took Back Everything They Called “Ours”

there was a knock at my apartment door at 7:12 p.m.

I already knew who it was.

Nobody else knocks like they own the hallway.

Madison stood there in oversized sunglasses even though the sun had gone down, hair up in a high ponytail, glossy lips pressed into a line she’d probably practiced in the car.

She looked behind me before she looked at me.

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