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Instead of an apology that looped into an old performance, he added, “I’ve been thinking about how I deflect when I’m scared. I want to stop.” The sentence was small, sober; it landed between them like something fragile they both could hold.

“And you blamed me.” He set the screwdriver down and finally met her eyes. “I blamed myself a lot more.”

Christina reached across the table and smoothed a fleck of dust from his sleeve. “Then let’s make it harder to run,” she said. “Counseling. One night a week. And no walking out during arguments.”

“Remember when we tried to hang that picture and it fell three times?” Randy said, smiling without looking up.

She laughed, the sound carrying more warmth than she expected. “You blamed the wall.”

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Instead of an apology that looped into an old performance, he added, “I’ve been thinking about how I deflect when I’m scared. I want to stop.” The sentence was small, sober; it landed between them like something fragile they both could hold.

“And you blamed me.” He set the screwdriver down and finally met her eyes. “I blamed myself a lot more.” Instead of an apology that looped into an

Christina reached across the table and smoothed a fleck of dust from his sleeve. “Then let’s make it harder to run,” she said. “Counseling. One night a week. And no walking out during arguments.” “I blamed myself a lot more

“Remember when we tried to hang that picture and it fell three times?” Randy said, smiling without looking up. One night a week

She laughed, the sound carrying more warmth than she expected. “You blamed the wall.”

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