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Leaving
I drove for a long time before returning to our apartment. When I came in the door you seemed concerned. I guess I looked a mess but I told you I was fine and went to the bedroom to change. When I came back you looked perplexed and asked me where I had been and was wondering if I got all the grocery's. Evidently, in all my driving I had not stopped to pick anything up. You frowned and took my keys to go get some.
"there's no gas in my car" I said dully
You looked confused by this statement but didn't say anything.
I looked you in the eye and repeated forcefully "there is no gas in my car."
"What happened to it? I thought you had over 1/2 a tank." Your eyebrows were creased
"I used it." I turned away and walked into the kitchen and looked in the fridge for something to drink.
I heard the front door open and close and then I sunk to the floor. I had no idea how to deal with this. One can't really open up a conversation with "so...I saw you at the coffee shop today." or just bring up casually like "Enjoy your coffee today?" it doesn't work like that. I decided to keep it to myself for now and see how everything went.

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