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Thirty Eight

Ashanti

Harrison sat on the couch, holding a bag of marshmallows and popping them into his mouth one by one, while I was on the other side of the room, wearing headphones and nodding along to my favorite podcast.

With a cloth in hand, I dusted the TV stand covered with photos and knickknacks. Maybe Chadwick's neatness was beginning to rub off on me. I wasn't a messy person myself, but compared to Chadwick, I was a damn sewage dump.

I smiled at a memory from earlier when we fucked like wild rabbits and I felt giddy just thinking about it. My hand unconsciously went to my neck, rubbing the spot he nibbled.

Our lovemaking made every second seem special. I missed being with him.

A lot.

The funeral went better than we expected. A lot of people came to pay their respects, and Carmen's aunt begged her to spend the night in her house.

I lifted a bunch of plastic flowers and Harrison chuckled. "I ordered those online. I searched for funeral flowers and picked the first option because
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