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    The morning routine of her day off had already started hours before the dawn began to show itself into her flat. She had lost another night to racing thoughts and a pounding heartbeat, recalling his words to her, then a sudden deafening silence on the other end of the telephone.
    She was confused, angry, and suspicious. What in the world had prompted him to goad her into telling him she loved him so spontaneously? She felt stronger than she knew, however, making him say those three words first. She had conquered the high ground, hearing the confusion in his voice and his stammer as he struggled to speak. But he said it. He said it.   
    And then left it at that when she responded, her heart breaking in two at the click of the phone line. 
    That was it? No explanation, no clarification. Even days later, not a text, call, or visit. Even Bart’s was quieter, as if he was