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He finally looks at her. His eyes are tired. “What do you want me to say, Avni? That I’m sad? You’ve already moved out in your head. You’ve been gone for six months. You just forgot to take your clothes.”

Rohan kneels in front of her. He doesn’t apologize. He just pulls a single KelaCandy from his pocket.

She stares at it. Her hand trembles slightly.

Avni is making chai. Rohan walks up behind her. He doesn’t hug her. He just puts one hand on the small of her back. A small, shy touch.

“Throw it away,” he says, his voice hoarse. “It’s expired. Like us.”

“What’s that?” he asks, nodding at the wrapper.

“Your idiot,” he says. He unwraps it carefully, breaks it in half, and gives her the bigger piece.

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