“Hey, what’s the meaning of this?” Steve pointed at his easel, tossed in a corner like trash. It’s been a month since Clementine ended their marriage. Steve was finally allowed to go home and collect his things.
Clementine shrugged, “I thought I’d do you a favor of putting your stuff in a corner, so you can just take it and go. You’re welcome.”
“Clem, can’t we talk about this?”
“Oh so you make this whole thing about you? No thanks. In the last 2 years, do you even know what I like?” Steve stiffened, did not know the answer. “I thought so.”
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