#0033. Find this. Find you well. Find all of this better than I could have left it. She does not qualify. She does not wonder about you any more. This day I don't give a damn about her. But those are the lies that weasel up my stomach and bore holes into my gut. The ants are running the show now that the maggots have left the scene. Her special day is long gone. I am left behind like always.
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