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The heat is on. Damn the expense. It sucks so much to be cold, and she's got to return to the workforce today. She's been practicing telling them he died. She keeps getting her stories wrong. She was going to try this:
"I'm sorry if I'm a little off. I don't want to talk about it at all, but wanted to let you know the person I'd been seeing died on Christmas Eve. It sucked. I'm still grappling with it, but trying to get distracted by work."
You little fuck you. You had broken her heart. She had known you would break it though, so maybe that helped a little bit.
"Look, I was always honest with you. I never promised you anything. I gave you lots of things and helped you with your money. You liked that."
She vomited in a trashcan before she answered him.
"Look, you broke my fucking heart. You flirted with me like a horny lord of the manor and then you showed up to every family event. You said you called me your Lady. You drove two hours each way to see me. You fucked me - albeit like a robot. You made no promises at all with your words - true that - but you promised me so much with your actions."
He answered a puzzle clue on his crossword before answering her. It was "honest" - he laughed internally.
"Well, I had fun and don't regret any of it. I hope you did too. It was nice. I enjoyed our escapades, and I liked seeing boring ass Macon, and I wish you well. Really Narcissi. I do."
She fucking hung up the phone and wished it was like the old days of her youth, when you could slam that plastic receiver down on the base and get some real satisfaction.
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