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She smiled at it, imagining him coming home to an empty apartment, finding those and seeing her message: "Sorry Babe."
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Finally, the stack of photos went on his pillow.
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That was the most essential thing.
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She made sure to put the SD card back in the camera, and the camera in her luggage.
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She added a brief note to the picture that showed Stan’s face the most clearly, and put it on top of the stack.
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Once she had printed the photos, she rummaged through the drawer on her right before pulling out a black Sharpie pen.
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She booted up the laptop, pulled the SD card out of the camera, and inserted it into the computer.
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Stan wouldn’t have let her buy one that didn’t.
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Because of course it could.
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The printer could print photos.
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Her eyes settled on the little desk in the corner, with their laptop on top and a printer sitting to the side of it.
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She couldn’t remember.
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If she had ever put it down.
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The camera was back in her hand.
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Still, she stood in the middle of the living room.
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Finally she was sure she had gotten everything she would need.
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“Shirts… underwear… shoes… charger… wallet… what else?”
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She was muttering to herself.
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She got her luggage from the bedroom closet and went around to various rooms filing them.
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All she needed to focus on was the next step of her task.
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Her thoughts started to straighten out.
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The rest could be dealt with later.
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Okay; essentials only.
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She had a death grip on it that she forced herself to relax.
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She closed the door and turned to survey the apartment.
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“Oh, uh, okay. I’ll just go then,” he said, before taking the five steps to his own front door.
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“No, he wouldn't have. I’m sorry Tony; I can’t really talk right now. I have some important things I need to take care of.”
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“Oh,” he said, taken aback, “are you, like, selling your car? Or like, going on a trip? Stan hasn’t mentioned anything.”
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“In fact, go ahead and keep parking there. I don’t need it anymore.”
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