Broken Dreams
Craig lit the Winston cigarette, inhaled deeply, and took a sip of his coffee. The first thing he did every morning, you could say this was his daily ritual.
He typed his good-by letter and left it on the kitchen table. As he reached the front door he turned around and said, "I tried, I don't know what else to do but leave.
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