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When One Door Closes

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"Where do you think you're going?"

Hutch's hands went to fists around the jeans he was shoving into his gym bag. "To Starsky's," he said, trying to keep his tone civil.

"We're not done here!" Vanessa didn't bother with niceties like a civil tone.

"If I stay, we'll just keep fighting. I think we can both use some time and space apart, don't you?"

"Fine, leave. I hope you and David will be very happy together." The sarcastic words were meant to be cutting, but Hutch smiled.

"I think we will," he murmured as he shut the door behind him.