All the ghosts of past relationships lining up along the walls; all shouting "No. That's not the way it happened. That is not what I took part in!". My memories are the victims of a hostile takeover. I am no longer deemed responsible enough to be the caretaker, so a government official is instated to oversee the management.
My past has asked for divorce.
And as the nice angel said as I passed the gates: "Think of it as freedom".
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