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Sometimes the memories would hit her with the force of a freight train. They often caught her off guard, as she was used to being the one who caused heartbreak and not the one being broken, but it had happened once.
When the memories took over, there was really only one thing she could do. She found herself a penthouse suite in Memphis, ordered fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches from room service, and spent a weekend drinking in the sounds of the man who had broken her heart as no other man ever could.
She would always love him.
Sometimes the memories would hit her with the force of a freight train. They often caught her off guard, as she was used to being the one who caused heartbreak and not the one being broken, but it had happened once.
When the memories took over, there was really only one thing she could do. She found herself a penthouse suite in Memphis, ordered fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches from room service, and spent a weekend drinking in the sounds of the man who had broken her heart as no other man ever could.
She would always love him.
