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It is still all so vivid in her mind.

Sam had punched Nick in the throat - in the throat! - and then he left them there.

The kiss, she told him, hadn't meant anything to her.

(It didn't - really, it didn't.)

But it meant something to him.

She can't believe that they're over - and they're over because of Nick!


And now she's sitting here on the couch, about to pour herself a glass of rosé and listen to Taylor Swift.

It's the classiest, least pathetic way of suffering through a break-up that she can think of. She's a grown-up now. She can't stay cooped up in the apartment for weeks on end, watching Dirty Dancing in her pyjamas anymore.

It's weird though.

Maybe it's because she and Sam hadn't been together for very long, but ... she just doesn't feel like bawling her eyes out or holing herself up in her room with Joni Mitchell.

Honestly, she's tired. Tired and a little sad but not because of Sam.