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I dropped my purse on the hall table and walked into the living room, thankful that it was Friday and another work week was over. Not that I had any big plans for the weekend, but at least I didn't have to get up and go to the office for two days. The living room was its usual mess, giving me my usual twinge of guilt. Well, I was getting used to it - it had been months since I'd cared about doing any real housekeeping or cleaning. I glanced at the wall calendar. In eight more days, it would be three months exactly since Matt dumped me. Three months. With a sigh, I walked into the kitchen to make myself a drink. You really gotta slow down on the drinking! I told myself. Sure. Maybe next week, when Prince Charming comes over to carry me away to the castle.

The kitchen made the living room look good by comparison, so I quickly made my drink and walked over to the PC to lose myself in some mindless internet surfing. Maybe I could find something interesting to watch on Netflix. Or just play Solitaire - that was always good for wasting a couple of hours. But I couldn't think of anything I felt like Googling, even my new fascination with '40s and '50s Film Noir didn't turn up any movies I felt like watching and I found myself getting bored and annoyed with the crummy Solitaire hands I kept getting dealt. Matt and I never had any trouble finding fun things to do. I shook my head in annoyance and got up to fix myself another drink. As I poured, the all-to-familiar sensation of tears trickling down my cheeks brought me up short. Dammit, you've got to get hold of yourself! I screamed silently. You make me sick with your constant whining and sniveling! ...

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