SHE LEFT him a note which reads: “You know I’ll always love you. I just don’t want to be married anymore. I’ll come for my finches when I get settled.” He surveys the few pieces of furniture left behind. Too worn for her to purloin, he guesses. He checks the back bedrooms. No furniture, but at least his guitars are still there. The moment is serenaded by her damn squeaky birds! “Cheep you assholes! Cheep!” he groans.

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