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  <title>Comments on 'The Ex'</title>
  <subtitle>&amp;quot;Is something wrong?&amp;quot; she asked, probably noticing the sudden change in my demeanor. 

&amp;quot;Um no. Well yes, sort of...&amp;quot; I stumbled over the words.

&amp;quot;Well?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;It's just... those were Elizabeth - my ex-wife's clothes.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Yeah... well if she's your ex, why do you still keep a box with all her stuff in it? Why didn't she take it?&amp;quot; 

I made my way to the divan and slumped down, taking a huge sigh. &amp;quot;Because she never had the chance.&amp;quot;

Silence filled the room. I wished I could she Marguerite's face, she her expression. See reassurance to continue. But I didn't.

&amp;quot;Elizabeth and I were married for just over a year. I'm not sure why she ever married me in the first place. She detested everything about me.

&amp;quot;Finally one day, she came home and told me she had been having an affair for the last 5 months. She wanted a divorce and she was going out of town with him the next day.

&amp;quot;She packed her suitcase and left. She said she'd get the rest later.&amp;quot;

I took another deep breath. &amp;quot;She died the next day in a car accident.&amp;quot;</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-02-16T18:47:59Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Ex</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;lol, Novelle Bardot.&lt;br /&gt;The ironic thing is, when I commented on the last couple of Ficlets in the series, I presumed Elizabeth was dead, not divorced. And then it turns out that she died anyhow. It strikes me as funny, in a dry sort of way.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-02-16T18:47:59Z</published>
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      <name>emma jo_234</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Ex</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Ack! She died! What a twist. I wonder who her lover was? Wouldn&amp;#8217;t it just be divine if it was John?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-02-15T00:04:21Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Nouvelle Bardot</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Ex</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Ooh, at first I was think death, then nope it&amp;#8217;s divorce, then &lt;strong&gt; BAM &lt;/strong&gt;!  Dead.  Very effective twist-twist-twist effect in this one.  And certainly explains the exquisite difficulty in moving on for our poor fellow here.&lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-02-14T16:50:28Z</published>
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      <name>THX 0477</name>
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