I told the story to T-- at Poppy’s. He didn’t laugh like I thought he would.

     “Do you think,” he said, “she may have slept with someone else?”

     “Yes, I did think that, for like a second,” I told him, “but then I realized that her sleeping in B--’s room because she was scared, by the end of the day, turned into her cheating on me.”

     T-- shook his head. “Yes, yes, I understand, but what if you don’t have the story right? You’re assuming this story traveled, and arrived, a certain way. What if there are two stories?”

     “How do you mean?”

     “Maybe she did stay in B--’s room...

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