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Love Me After the Wreckage
He is standing in your doorway — eyes red, rehearsed calm already fracturing — and the kettle behind you is still warm, like the morning had no idea this was coming. Four weeks ago he handed you a suitcase on the worst day of your life and walked away without looking back; you rebuilt yourself on borrowed money and sheer stubbornness in a studio that is finally, entirely yours. Now he is here, three words visibly forming on his mouth, and Marcus has already set his cereal bowl down — and the door is still open, which means the next move is yours.
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