Julian

Male | 30s | Under 3 minutes
Starts on page 29

EXTRACT: We came back. Went back to work. Bought furniture for the apartment. That inner city apartment with its fucking security and its private pool. Lived there for our entire marriage. We planned to have a baby. We talked about it. Isn't that what you do? We slept every night in that apartment together, we drank coffee together in that apartment every morning. (Pause) And you know what? I can't even remember her ever being there. I can't remember anything. Her voice. Her hair. Getting ready in the mornings. Nothing. It's like she never lived there.

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