"He was like a disease that would need to be completely excised from her life" she typed. Then deleted. Jeez, that was awful. Was it completely unthinkable that she could type anything original?
She started again. "Seven Steps To I Don't Give A Fuck". Umm .. no. Accurate but not really appropriate.
Why couldn't she think one original thought. One original feeling. She was so tired and completely drained of any real emotion but sheer exhaustion from the entire situation. It wasn't what she wanted and it no longer mattered what she thought.
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