It was a dark miserable Sunday in June and Honey and I had to drag ourselves out of bed. This is it. He’s leaving me. Alone. In Cambodia. By myself. With my lonesome. My redundant repetitive self all alone by myself alone in Cambodia. Did I mention that he was leaving me for two whole months alone by myself in Cambodia?
I brought him to the airport and we said goodbye (the mushy details of which I refuse to divulge on the Internet).
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