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mostly true

I was nice to him because he was with you, liked him because you liked him. When you broke up I lost you both.
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While you were feeding quarters to the jukebox so you could dance with
her like you used to, she asked if she could sleep at my place, just
for a week or so.
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Watching him wave and make monkey faces as the train pulled away, and
then listening for two hours about how handsome he was, how much you
loved him. Eating a sandwich and listening, listening, listening.
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When you went to get the drinks, he said I was a witch for what I did to him. He said when he touched your hair he pretended it was mine.
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I was talking about how much I hate your wife, the things you say she does to you. When I looked up your daughter was sitting across from me.
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When you left the room. The things I heard. The things I learned. I am tired of being another woman.

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