was easy.
four numbers.
piece of pie.
i had everything i needed
to know
at that point.
the back and forth
between her married
boyfriend.
the past,
the present.
the future.
all by pushing in a few
numbers.
her whole life
exposed.
did i feel guilty. not
for a second.
all's fair in love,
and war.
and when she got back
from church.
her bags were waiting
by the door.
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