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Playboy Fiction: What Are You Thinking About Right Now
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Playboy Fiction: What Are You Thinking About Right Now

That’s a fair question, Miss therapist, though it rouses a distasteful memory. Thinking back on how things went, I still believe I acted out of love, though you people will certainly take me for some kind of coward. I do wish I’d told my wife the truth, but once I hadn’t, there really was nothing to do but leave—— Oh, hello, Bill, have a seat. You’re not late. Or, I suppose you’re quite late, but you haven’t missed anything critical. Jose and Carol were just pointing out that I hadn’t yet shared my tale of woe with the group, and then Miss therapist Kay started in with one of her open-ended questions, the answer to which was interrupted by your tardiness. But anyway, we’re all here now. Okay, where was I? I was leaving my wife. Right, so what I did was this: I sold my collection of lever-action rifles for a wad of traveling cash, I packed one good bag of clothes, and then I wrote a note whose brevity left nothing to chance. Dear Molly, I wrote. Please consider this our…

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