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gangly guy squints at it then nods. An hour later, I have a new phone with all my
info transferred. I bounce; I’m a little more hopeful than I should be when the
phone is restarting with my SIM. I pray for a text or voicemail when I know I
should just take the hint.
It’s fully operational, and I stare at the bastard for a minute then two. When

nothing happens, I lay my palms flat on the counter and hang my head. His…I look
at his name plate…Tim’s eyes fill with empathy, and he taps my arm with a
comforting pat. His chestnut brown bang falls in his face.
“Hang in there, man. It gets easier.” “What?” I ask.
He holds up the shattered phone he placed in a baggy. “Break up phone. It’s
more common than you think. Hell, I’ve done it.” He leans in. “Word of advice.
Get an industrial strength case, or put the phone down gently and break something
far less expensive.”
I swing my thousand-dollar receipt in his face. “Noted. Thank you.”
I’m lost once I leave the store. I don’t want to talk to anyone except the person
who has placed this gaping hole in my heart, and I don’t want to go home. I park
myself in the Mexican restaurant attached to the mall. I might as well eat since the

food she left me took a flight as well.

Sanya
Whoever said the more you cry the less you pee is a liar. I have had far more
bathroom breakdowns today than I care to admit. I think I’m out of tears, though.
My eyes are so red and swollen, they hurt. When I don’t get any relief from eye
drops, I decide to kick it old school and use cucumbers. Now, I’m lying on my
couch with cucumbers on my eyes in hope of reducing some of the swelling and
pain.
I haven’t tried to call him again because I am trying not to torture myself. Also,
I need to have a “Come to Jesus” moment with myself. Maybe he cared more than
the credit I’d given him. After all, he was nothing but sweet to me. Maybe we could