The front door slammed, I heard her voice. ‘Are you here, Meg? What is it, are you OK?’ Her voice echoed through our apartment.
‘I’m sorry babe, I just… wanted to see you,’ I answered. Then more carefully I said, ‘No… I needed to see you.’
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