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When you’re the one who leaves, you’re cold-bloodykindly, efficient as surgery, or butchery,calm capable confident, you’re best-sellingguru of self-helping “Compleat Con Man.”

When you’re the one who leaves, you’re smugbonfire-building book-burning bona fide thugmuddying memories, rewriting historyMinistry of Truth’s employee of the month.

When you’re the one who leaves, you’re fiercesavage destructive. You rip outrear-view mirror, you stompaccelerator. Bat out of hell. You’re infamous.

When you’re the one who’s been left, you’re leftin a blink up a creek armed to the teethwith angry sorrow able to bend real with bare handsunable to grip hard truth only righteous regretself-respect so suspect there’s no food no sleep no breakpainfully self-pitying terrifyingly weakening.

When you’re the one who’s been left, it’s earthquaketornado universal fiasco, you’re askew awryyou’re uncool victim chump fool starringin grand opera comic opera soap operaunwanted role in surreal script. It’s nothingif not memorable awfully like nothing else.