In the beginning it was beautiful. She was so unpredictable; everything that he was not. Each day was a new adventure. He had never felt more vibrant. Even at work, he was more productive. His colleagues noticed and were happy for him.
Now there was nothing more to say. The key was in the mailbox. It was a done deal. Enough of the whining, blaming, crying, and pleading. She was dragging him down and he had to get away.
Hop on the bus, Gus
You don’t need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free.
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