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Fuck that I have to write this at work with that feeling of scuttling in some words between times where I have to get shit done and pretend same.
I wanted to give you something first of all. I wanted to tell you that my husband just came to work - bearing flowers and papers. Yes, these papers were divorce papers and I signed them. Gave them the ole autograph.
So, the fix is in.
I don't even know how I feel about this stuff.
But, it's happening. People are walking in the gallery. They just left. My boss is on the phone. I cried a bit in the bathroom. It's 3:07. I have 2.23 to go. I am doing this.
my god.
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