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Caleb sat at his computer, staring aimlessly at the empty email document before him, his arms folded across his chest.He had been so sure of what he had wanted to say this morning in reply to Olivia's email, but words deserted him now.
Olivia had said almost all the things that he had wanted to hear, expect that she was coming home, and back to him.
He wanted to write that he wasnt angry, but he was. He wanted to write that he understood, but he hadnt. He couldnt understand why she would just up and leave without consulting him as if he didnt matter. His frustration was evident and he wanted to make that clear to her, but somehow he doubted it would matter.
Quickly, and devoid of any true emotion he typed:
Best of luck, Caleb. He hit the send button, and closed his eyes, biting his lip.
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