Kyle King The cafe reminded me of Avaline. It was strange that I hadn’t thought about her until now. She had been a mistake, or better yet, a pill I had taken to cure a remedy. The pill didn’t work, but I remained addicted to it until the effects were glaring. I preferred not to think about her as a lover or wife because it only hurt me more, and the memories of what we had together made me feel used. Okay, she didn’t use me, but we used each other. I must admit that I enjoyed the time we spent together. She was the fire in our marriage, and her influence in the social circle improved the King’s Company’s ratings. Somehow along the line, when I discovered her wasteful habit and also her entitled nature, I began to lose interest. Thank goodness, she was finally out of my life for good.‘She’s at that right corner. I hope she doesn’t cut my head a
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