Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Denial Ain't Just A Table In Akron

Charlotte was still living in denial. Ted had left her five years ago for that dim-bulb secretary with the fake tits, but still she insisted on setting a place for him every night at the dinner table, lovingly preparing for him his favorite dish, Cajun Meatloaf and water. Why? It made her feel wanted. Even though every night she came home to her aloof cat, Fluffles, and five long hours of catching up on soaps.

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