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  Work was a small office on the second floor of the Murray building on the outskirts of town. I usually took the ten minute bus ride but today I braved the cold and trudged through the snow toward my destination.

As I walked through the familiar streets I became increasingly angry with the way Annie had handled the entire affair. It wasn’t a mistake that she broke the news minutes before I had to leave the flat. It was a cowardly thing to do.

I arrived outside the building and I pulled out my phone to check the time. Forgoing the bus had left me a few minutes late. I opened the door and headed up the stairs two at a time, dripping as I climbed.

“Hey buddy” a colleague said as he descended past me towards reception.

“Yo” I managed back. The weather camouflaged my red eyes and wet cheeks perfectly. My cubicle would do the rest. My cubicle – that familiar, comforting square of faux-walls covered in photos of Annie and I at the fairground, at the new years party, that photo booth over at Fairview Mall.

Damn it.

Today was going to be difficult.

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~ by Joseph Blame on October 9, 2010.

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