"I don't know if I can do this alone," she holds onto one of Tony's shirts, hugging it like a beloved stuffed animal and her head's lowered.
He's gone and they're boxing up his things and then all she'll have are memories and she won't be able to pretend that he's ever coming back. "And there's still the apartment at the bar..."
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Date: 2007-01-19 05:48 am (UTC)He's gone and they're boxing up his things and then all she'll have are memories and she won't be able to pretend that he's ever coming back. "And there's still the apartment at the bar..."