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my former friend
glenda, no relation
to the good witch
of the north, has
set sail. she packed
her bags and took
a taxi out. my last
look at her was
her in the back seat
holding up a hand,
giving me a wave
with one finger. it
didn't end well
with this one. but
i wish her well.
she is basically a
good person. smart
and fun. it just
wasn't meant to
be. the shelf life
once again has
expired. next.