As she shoved her clothing into a bag, she moved on from why my attitude was the reason she was breaking up with me to why these half a dozen habits I had were the real real reason for her breaking up with me.
As she was about to walk out my front door, I called out to her.
She stopped, and turned around. She demanded to hear my last big speech or my useless gesture before she walked.
I pointed out she'd forgotten her toothbrush and then rolled over and went to sleep, which I'm sure didn't help matters.
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