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I couldn't sleep. So I lay there staring at the ceiling, thoughts about the day running through my head, listening to the traffic going by outside my window. Then my room became filled with the red from someone's brake lights. A door opens, slams. I hear a woman crying, yelling at whoever is left in the car. The car drives off, leaving us alone but apart. A few feet from me, but on the other side of my window, a woman's heart is breaking. I roll over and try to think about something else.