The day he moved out was terrible — That evening she went through hell. His absence wasn’t a problem But the corkscrew had gone as well.

Wendy Cope
The day he moved out was terrible — That evening...
The day he moved out was terrible — That evening...
The day he moved out was terrible — That evening...
The day he moved out was terrible — That evening...
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The day he moved out was terrible – That evening she went through hell. His absence wasn't a problem, but the corkscrew had gone as well.

Source: Serious Concerns

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