Yesterday I overheard a snippet of a loud and fast-moving conversation as a group of young buggy-pushing mums passed me in the subway: "...and he said, 'I don't love you anymore,' and I was like..."
And that was all I heard. It might not have been about her. It might have been reported speech from another conversation with a party not present. But it made me sad, because someone somewhere is no longer loved.
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