She left the note on the hook where i hung my keys, ensuring I saw it first thing.
I read it, growing increasingly stunned as I realised this was a 'Dear John' letter about my being too boring for her. It ended with her saying she was heading back home.
As I rushed to my car, I quickly worked out how she'd get there. Given her fear of flying, her inability to drive, and her lack of funds, had to be a bus. So I rushed to the terminal.
Thus, not noticing the discount train ticket flyer in the trash.
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