The worst

I think that after a breakup, the worst part isnt the emotional pain, or adjusting to singleness, or the random memories that hit you out of nowhere like Vietnam PTSD. The worst part comes about six weeks later, in the moment when you pick up the phone to make an appointment for a bikini wax, and then hang up because you realize aint nobody down there no mo.

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