Brigid was tired of feeling like Pretty Woman. She was treated like a queen for a week, made love to, and then shoved back on the street.
10 January 2011
Memory
That’s the funny thing about memory. Although I’m always the one left with a broken heart, my former lovers view me as the one that got away. Every few years one of them will ponder, “Why not give Brigid a try again?” Then they’ll remember that I’m crazy and impulsive.
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