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There are two kinds of guilt.
The kind that whispers in the background, easily ignored,
And the kind that shows up with a mirror, steadily holding it while you look at the reflection you've been avoiding.
Sofia had reached the second kind.
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Monday morning came with less noise
Mark had left early. His cologne still lingered in the hallway,