It was, what – twenty minutes ago? ten? probably less than that – she was desperately missing her ex-boss, her ex-home, her whole ex-life.
But everything is relative. Now she would welcome even the recent boss, home, and life she had rapidly grown to despise.
She looks around, disbelieving.
All of it.
Gone.
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99 Monkeys 
I miss none of my exes.
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Reading this I can’t help but wonder what it would be like, to suddenly have everything both good and bad just – gone. Mind numbing most definitely. Excellent writing, so intriguing!
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She has a problem! Seeing the light and not making use of it is not a good sign.
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Her confusion is palpable. I think of people who have lost everything due to natural disasters, as well.
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Im intrigued… Again
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Wishing to have back what was not loved is an interesting place to be.
And I’m with Paul – I miss no “exes” in my life. 😀
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