After much deliberation, she realized she missed them more than she missed him. She missed the idea of him, but it still sucked. There was only one thing to do. She got out of bed, brushed her hair, and slipped into a soft, comfortable outfit. Some concealer, a touch of lip gloss, and great big sunglasses and she was ready to head to the corner café. She’d sip coffee, nibble toast, and write until she felt like herself again.
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