She bought him a cupcake for his birthday and it was too messy to eat in the car. It was dense chocolate cake, rich and sticky, topped with thick cream cheese frosting. He said he’d bring it home, have it later, in his office. She wondered if he’d actually eat it or throw it out. I’ll eat it, I promise, he said. She wanted to believe him; he wouldn’t lie about a cupcake. He never lied, not really. Sometimes he meant for things to happen, but they just couldn’t. That wasn’t his fault though. That’s just the way life is.
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