I started to write a short story about you, then I realized you don't matter anymore. I had accomplished quite a bit on the piece. I suppose I could have kept going. After all, your cowardice and lies make for a great novela. I have grown up. As I read it, I laughed at myself for being so naieve at over thirty. I wasted time with you, but thank you. I never went back to my ex-husband. You were a distraction. I have found love now. I have found a man who loves me and can't be compared with anyone in my past. So, I'm grateful for your lies. I know things are a bit hard for you right now. I suppose you have to lay in the bed you made for yourself. Good bye.
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