His arm lay on the table, pointer finger touching the coffee cup handle. He looked away and his finger tapped once.

Neither said anything for a long moment. His eyes went from the chair behind her (another tap), to a copy of The German Army 1933-1945 on the bookshelf, to the barista (tap), to the floor.

He drew a long breath, looked back at her and said, “You think we should break up then?”

Her upper lip trembled a bit while she slowly nodded yes.


He nodded too, looked away and asked, “Who’s going to blog this first?”

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