Late last night i woke up to find a message from C. on my phone, obviously meant for his 'other' ex-girlfriend. 'Hey LJ, how's the Como? Whatssup?' Sinking, I turned off my phone, a little bitterly; a small, vague wave of that pain of old washing over me. It's always the innocuous ones that hurt the most, the ones who seem heartbroken, who seem
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