Tokens of his love left by way of an apology before he left last night to go back to his wife and children. She dumped the flowers in the bin.
At her yoga as she tried to revive herself from too much wine the night before. She stuck to the back of the class and tried to avoid the instructor’s eye.
Sitting round the table at another work meeting with the identikit, white males who will never learn to listen to her. The only female on the company board, tolerated but never listened to.
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