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            to live here. It’s not the baby’s fault you’re an idiot. I suggest you get on the phone
            because I am cutting off all utilities in my name.” Some of the smugness drops off
            her face since everything is in my name. I look over at the broke bassist who is now
            fully dressed. “I hope your band makes it, because she is expensive.” I reach into my
            wallet and pull out a fifty-dollar bill and wave it in Monty’s direction. “Do me a

            favor, get her out of here for a while so I can pack in peace.”
               “We don’t need your mon-”
               “Thanks, man.” Monty takes the money, ending Cassie’s outburst. I laugh on
            the inside. Looks like she will have to rejoin the workforce now.
               “Cassie, I’ll arrange for a moving crew to get the rest of my stuff this weekend,
            and you two can grind like bunnies all you want.”
               “You’re just mad you’re bad in bed,” she rants like an ignorant teenager.
               I raise a brow. She is either a wonderful actress in bed or a stellar liar when she
            was mad. Either way, I am just glad to have a reason to leave. “Well, lucky for you
            it’s over,” I say in mock sympathy. “I’ll take my boring sex and money elsewhere.”
               She tries to argue with me some more, but Monty grabs her by the arm and
            gently guides her out of the condo. They argue all the way to the car…that reminds
            me, I need to stop the automatic payments. I pull out my laptop, rush to the

            kitchen, and sit at the table.
               Within fifteen minutes I have all the utilities scheduled to be cut at the end of
            the month. All her cards are now cancelled. Well, they are my cards; I just removed
            her as an authorized user. I report the debit card I gave her as missing. I cancel all
            the auto-pays from my bank account: goodbye gym, automatic shoe service, phone
            bill, and car payment. I change all my passwords and add security locks; no Netflix
            and chill on my dime, Amazon Prime this, bitch. Sayonara, iTunes.
               I pack up all the cable boxes, the internet modem, and a weeks’ worth of
            clothing into my duffle bag then load it all including the flat screens and any other
            item of value in the back of my SUV. Hell, I almost take her cellphone charger just
            to be a petty asshole, but the baby saves her from that drama. She can have the
            furniture, but nothing else.
               I stop at the rental office to give them the last four months of rent. I do not
            need dumb and dumber messing up my credit. I explain what happened to the
            manager. I tell her that anything regarding the condo is now in Cassie’s hands. I
            take her with me to perform a walk-through. Any further damage would be
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