He watched me in silence as I packed and prepared to leave. I filled a small suitcase with my essentials; clothes, toothbrush, mouthwash, make-up.

His eyes raised when I lifted up his favourite flask. “You can’t take that! I’m going fishing later.”

“Oh, fine. Keep it then!” I hissed, pulling the quilt off the bed and leaving him lying there naked. For a brief moment, I was tempted to stay.

“Not the quilt!” he protested.

“I might get cold,” I explained.

I left before more bitter words were spoken. I needed to get to the store before the sale began.

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