She was going to come to Dover with me for Christmas but we argued and she didn't. Perhaps I didn't want her to come anyway. Perhaps I didn't hide this misgiving well enough.
So I went on my own. My time in Dover was overshadowed by an uneasy feeling of having abandoned someone, and I was made to feel that way by her. I spent boxing day evening at home on my own upset because she wouldn't answer my calls.
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