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The Power of a Personal Assistant

They sat in the café, surrounded by smells of cinnamon and brownies.

“How can I trust again?”

“Look, I want to say “when I snap my fingers you’ll forget” but that doesn’t happen.”

“We share an office. Watching them both ‘happily ever after’. I’m sick of it.”

She ate some cake.

“It’s been months Kate. He’s left, you’ve deleted him. Move on”

“It’s her. She caused this pain!”

“Don’t worry about that”


“I add laxatives to her coffee randomly. She always leaves early. You need a break”

“You poison her? You’re sick!”

“Well, now she is too. Every other Wednesday.”



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