She’d been broken up with far more than she’d done the breaking, which she seldom mentioned to her friends, partly because it wasn’t any of their business, partly because she had no use for the kind of soppy sympathy which inevitably followed sharing that particular piece of information. She did not need any assurances she’d find someone someday, because she either would or wouldn’t, and either way, in the meantime, she wasn’t hurting for sex or companionship. She ate her ice cream and took her seven days plus or minus three of crying jags like a champ; with extensive interval training one
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