We’d been having trouble for a while, I won’t lie. We were arguing, avoiding each other. When I went to New York for the weekend, I did a lot of thinking; about how I had acted, about what I wanted from a relationship.
By Sunday night when I got home, I was ready to talk it out. Immediately after opening the door I realized she wasn’t. All her stuff was gone. All the furniture that hadn’t come with the apartment was gone. She even just about cleaned out the fridge. I had just enough cash for a burger and fries.
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Title by: Anonymous
Story by: David
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Tender and funny. Great work, Dave.