“He wasn’t the man for you. You’re well rid of the wanker.”

Sea landscape with the eye of Ireland in Howth, Ireland.

“I know,” she said. “But it’s still hard sometimes. Being alone.”

“It is,” he agreed. “So isn’t it grand that we’re sitting here alone together?”


Topic: “Solitude”

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