She heard her own voice, low, like a breath in winter, light, thin, with deep sadness, and she said: "Let's break up."
The clenched hands on her arms gradually loosened, and she looked down and saw the veins on the back of his hand, like a dry branch, twisted and crawling on the back of his hand. He said, as if he wanted to explain eagerly, "Don't believe her, I didn't want to break up with you, it's you I like."
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