My hands started shaking.
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Four months earlier, I’d met Peter on Tinder when I’d almost given up on dating.
From our first dinner, he seemed different: attentive, generous, and somehow able to remember every tiny thing I told him.
There was only one unusual thing about him.
Peter always wore a black compression sleeve over his left forearm.
I noticed it on our first date because I knocked over my water.
I’d met Peter on Tinder.
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