in the morning, i showered and walked Fletch. he took forever to get down to it and i was starting to get pissed.

all i could think about was that third paragraph.

he was recounting a conversation that he'd had about Jenny with his friend C---.

"stop talking to her."

"i can't"

"what, you can't imagine life without her?"

"i don't understand that question. you're asking it like i have a choice. it's like... it's like asking if i can imagine life without me--without what makes up me, now. i'd rather lose my arm."

"you're crazy. stop talking to her."

and on and on it went.

i know for a fact that he'd never referred to me as his arm. and the fact that he sent this letter the night he broke up with me--just to taunt me--god it made me mad.

i was gonna call him when i got home and give him a piece of my mind.

and then it occurred to me that there was something better i could do. something that would really get him mad. i would call Jenny.

i yanked Fletcher's leash and told him to hurry the fuck up. he didn't pay me any mind so i ended up dragging him home. if he crapped on the floor while i was out, i'd deal with it when i got home.

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