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Either way, I think we’d still be divorced right now. I’d rather be arguing about custody agreements than whatever it is we argue about now.

Unfortunately, my current living arrangements does not provide enough space for a cat. I’m not much of a dog person. There’s a possum that will sometimes rummage through the compost. I’ve taken to calling him Mortimer.

On the one hand, there’s someone who isn’t too keen on resting in the mayor’s fancy decorative back pocket. On the other hand, the same someone appeared to be running out of spite. So I did the only logical thing. I voted for Pongo because he likes everyone.

Trust me, that man has given me plenty of reminders on why I shouldn’t still have feelings for him. Fortunately the negative ones take time to remind any positive ones that try to sneak back in why they don’t belong.

I have a letter that will be sent to the sheriffs office. “If I die, my ex husband did it.” I also made a scavenger hunt for my will and all the children will be invited, and what they’ll discover after traipsing through the homes and businesses you own, is that all I own will be left to the stray tom cat behind Granny’s diner. This isn’t a threat, of course, you just reminded me of how annoying I’ve made my death for you.

Oh, I have plenty. Unfortunately, most are between me and a sketchbook.

I miss the man I married. Unfortunately I haven’t seen him since he left for the ogre war.

As exhilarating and terrifying as being seen as an equal.

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