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It could have ended a hundred different ways. She could have stayed in that mess of an apartment, seated uncomfortably on the scratchy, secondhand yellow couch, listening as the boy she thought she loved lectured her on the vast differences between emotional and physical cheating, and why what he’d done didn’t fit neatly into either category. She could have remembered to put gas in her car the night before, just like her parents always told her to do (a little gift to your future self the next morning) instead of driving around on fumes and then finally, moments after leaving said apartment, having to pull off the main road, wipe her tearsoaked eyes, and then ask the man in the blue coveralls to please put twenty dollars’ worth of poison in her tank. Better yet, she could have asked him to fill it and then sat there breathing in fumes for five extra minutes. Or she could have said screw it, pushed the car to its limits, ridden it out on E, and gone straight back to her apartment, with her books and her bed and that quiet little balcony, and just sulked, the way all twentysomethings do the day they learn the person they thought was the one is actually an enormous ass. But she didn’t, because she knew her new sublet roommate, whom she hadn’t quite hit it off with, would no doubt be in the living room day drinking or smoking weed or making out with her own boyfriend, all scenarios that would undoubtedly push her alreadystretched- thin emotional bandwidth to its limit.