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Therese took a sip from Carol's half-finished coffee on the kitchen table, drank from the place where the lipstick was.
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"Why so silent?" Carol asked. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing." She did not want to talk. Yet she felt there were thousands of words choking her throat, and perhaps only distance, thousands of miles, could straighten them out. Perhaps it was freedom itself that choked her.