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Over the years I got preoccupied with work. Especially after my divorce. I worked all the time to preoccupy my thoughts so I wouldn’t become too bitter. It helped for some time, but all I felt was emptiness. A sense of longing was what I was looking for. Companionship? Relationship? Time away from my troubles? Yes! Yes! Yes! I needed all of that and more. My self-imposed exile would...
Added 30 Jul 2020 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 19 | Avg Score 4.84 | Views 377 | 19 Comments
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