Jeff and I went camping after a week of petty fights that had worn us both thin. It all started with small things—I forgot the car keys, he forgot to buy milk. It felt like the world was piling up its tiny weights, pressing down on us. When he suggested escaping to the woods for the weekend, I agreed without much enthusiasm. The drive was quiet, punctuated only by the murmur of the radio. That evening, by the fire, he was chopping wood with such force it seemed he was trying to break apart more

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