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Our relationship became a Jenga tower, and one by one we began pulling out the pieces, the structure increasingly fragile. We argued furiously and relentlessly about everything, shouting insults that left us both hoarse the next morning. When, on the first Monday of April, I handed in my notice at work, the tower tumbled, blocks spilling everywhere. Two days later, Lena packed her bags and left the flat for good.
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