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Sep. 4th, 2010 @ 03:48 am Smoke
Susan pounded on the door, not sure what else to do. All she knew was that she couldn't stay with her boyfriend anymore, he was her ex now. He had broken up with her that morning and was helping his new girlfriend get settled. All of Susan's belongings had been piled in a corner of the one bed room apartment's living room.There wasn't much there, just a small stack of clothes, her dated computer and an old pot.
Susan knew she couldn't stay the night with her ex and his new girl. She didn't even take her things, just ran to her best friend Joan's place. Joan opened the door after less than a minute, and invited Susan into her studio. The smell of fresh baked cookies permeated the air. Joan took one look at Susan and pulled her in close for a hug. This unleashed a tidal wave of tears.
Joan's voice was weak but she told Susan, "When you cry upon my shoulder, your tears are mine."
Susan began to feel better very shortly. It only took her a week to get the lease transfered to the new girl and find a new a place she could move into. During the mean she just crashed with Joan.
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