Robyn, the Saddest Girl to Ever Hold a Martini

You’ve suspected it for awhile. Since he stopped calling. Since the every night late night text became the weekend late night text, became sporadic late night text, became the non-existent late night text. You’ve suspected it for awhile, yet you refused to indulge the thoughts. You’ve suspected it. But now you know it’s true. He’s found someone new.

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