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The real tragedy was having loved someone who had reduced my genuine affection to a mere financial benefit. That same night, I made a reservation for myself at a small restaurant that I had always wanted to visit.
I went there on Friday evening and ate slowly while enjoying my own company and paying my own bill. When the waitress asked if I was expecting anyone else, I told her the truth that I am more than enough on my own.
THE END.
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