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The next day was the company holiday party.
Mark left early.
On the table, he left a note:
I made the heart–shaped egg, eat it all. Or else.
I tore the note into pieces. I took my luggage
and left the house. I didn’t call a car because I
wanted to say goodbye to the city.
I was from the north, and I moved here after
college for Mark. I never got used to the
climate.
I remembered the time I ordered some northern
food and got really sick, throwing up all night.
Mark stayed with me all night.
When I woke up, he whispered, “You scared the
hell out of me.”
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After that, he wanted to learn how to make
noodles.
It was so stupid. He tried to master something
that even I couldn’t.
I laughed remembering him covered in flour.
My tear dropped on the heart–shaped egg in
the container.
“This egg is nasty. What are you crying for?” A woman behind me said in a raspy voice.
