My Better Half


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She wasn't evil when we FIRST met. We walked holding hands, playing Parcheesi at the dinner table. She wore lace underwear just for me. Then she met Howard. the Asshole. She took our car, kept the ring, left the 20 year old Scotch. Damn her. She knows I don't drink.


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