It felt like a break-up, me all nerves and sweaty palms. It’s
not you, it’s me; I’ve met someone else; we’re just growing apart as people.
Then I wrote it in a letter for HR’s files. Two weeks, I said, And then I’m
gone. But we can still be friends, right?
It’s amazing how quickly my eyebrow stopped twitching after
that.
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