
I'll work on the kitchen next. I'll remove every mug, every bowl, every glass, every pot and pan, every utensil that belonged to Romeo before we met, save a few that I use routinely. And then I'll rearrange the items in the cabinets, in the drawers, in the pantry. I'll pack Romeo's things gently, wrapping them in newspaper, placing them softly in the box. I'll seal up the boxes and label them with Romeo's name and the contents. I'll carry the boxes downstairs to the storage room.
And then I'll cry.
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