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With that he turned around and walked away. She stood there behind him crying loudly and called out I’m Sorry. He got into his car and put his key in the ignition but didn’t turn it on. He wondered if he was lying to her or to himself. It didn’t matter. She was in his past now permanently, where she belonged. He turned the key and pulled the car out of the parking lot and onto the street. He drove home without turning on the radio, strangely satisfied at the sight of her tears.