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“I’m sorry,” she said. Softly, as if she didn’t mean it. but she meant it. I knew her long enough to know that. “I know,” I said. “Me too.” “You too, what?” “I know too.” I tried to look at her. But all I could see were her bare back, her shoulders and I could vaguely make out some of the outlines of her face in the weak stream of light that came in through the slight opening in the curtains. “I know I have to move on,” she said as she reached out her hand to the night stand. She picked up her packet of cigarettes. “It’s just hard…” She lit up two, o