She’d called in sick yesterday so she could spend the day on the couch with Ben & Jerry and the Keebler elves. Then Chester Cheetah made an appearance and she took him to bed with her, waking this morning to find herself cuddling the empty bag of Cheetos to her chest like he was the love of her life now. I can’t believe he left and I’ll never hear from him again. Not that there was anything more to say. What’s over is… over. They hadn’t been living together, so there was no dividing of stuff. He could keep what little she’d left behind in the dresser drawer at his place—or donate it—or toss it—or burn it. And she had nothing of his at all—except an old high school T-shirt that was so soft and worn and perfect that she’d lived in it for the past three days and had no intention of giving it back to him even if he asked for it. Not that he would ever speak to her again. She looked around her desk, wondering where to begin. She had been working like a short-timer for months.
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