My Life

One Last Chance

I’m visiting Thomas in Colorado, and it didn’t go well.

He wanted me to transfer, I don’t like snow. He yelled at me because I didn’t want to live there. He smelled like a hippy who hadn’t showered in days. He left me in the snow on a mountain and I walked back to my hotel, got on the next flight out of there, and started the divorce papers.

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