problems with skipping town

A lesser woman than me would have skipped town following that hideous experience. She would have packed her bags and headed to Cambodia or some other equally exotic country, to some beautiful Zen yoga retreat, where she would make friends with all the local children, only contacting home every few months through a photo, showing her bright eyed and glowing with selfless goodness. In fact I did try to do that, but I couldn’t get out of my lease, or find anywhere in Cambodia with a beauty therapist.

 

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