Besides, he didn't have enough intact heartstrings to hand them to people to pull.
Ali ShawShe guiltily found she didn't miss him as much as she missed company in general.
Ali ShawShe sometimes wished she possessed the flawed kind of taste that drew girls to arseholes who wanted that one thing alone.
Ali ShawThe first time she'd lured her ex to a restaurant it had been all she could do to snap him out of the reverie he entered, only for him to emerge spouting nonsense about how she was a princess, a goddess, even a fucking mermaid one time he called her.
Ali ShawThe woods felt like a sleeping monster worth tiptoeing past.
Ali ShawAs if you could terminate love abruptly because the one you loved signed papers with someone else in a church.
Ali ShawWas she horrid to you? I hate her if she was horrid.
Ali ShawShe dwelled for a moment on a memory from girlhood: smearing her tummy with a spiral of glue, then tipping a whole pot of opal across it.
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