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As she sat alone in her dimly lit apartment, Emily couldn't help but feel like she was living a lie. Her social media was filled with pictures of her and her boyfriend, Jack, smiling and laughing together, but the truth was far from it. Behind closed doors, their relationship was a mess.
In private? Paul had developed a ritual of eating shredded cheese directly from the bag at 11 p.m., standing in front of the open fridge like a possum caught in headlights. Lena had started clipping her toenails on the sofa during true crime documentaries. Neither mentioned it. Neither could stop.