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I found this picture in his desk the day after he left. It's the closest
thing I have to a goodbye note.
Everyone is
interrogating me now. Where did he go, why would he leave, do you have any
idea where he might have, blah blah blah.
All my girl
friends are trying to convince me he just skipped out because things were
getting too serious. Bastard, they say. Son of a bitch.
I haven't
decided what to think. He talked a lot about travel. But never anything
specific. And why would he just go?
I've
thought about going after him, try to track him down or something, but I
know it's silly. A woman can't just track down a wayward man and drag him
back. It's not like he was kidnapped and needs rescuing. Although wouldn't
that be nice.
Besides, I
wouldn't have the first idea where to look.
What kind
of paper is this, anyway? It doesn't feel like it was made from trees. Too
smooth. There's a strange smell to it as well. Reminds me of sushi. Is it
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