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Real estate business
"Here are my earrings", she said. "Real pearls".
For me it only meant more suffering, as pearls are tears. If not, they are a reaction, a disturbance oysters cannot avoid.
I take the earrings, accepting them like I did with her other belongings, which she transferred to me in a cold act of adminstrative responsibility.
She walks around the property, eyeing me one last time before throwing herself into the backyard abyss. It had waited long for this fall.
I got to sell this house.
(we're loved while we exist and after we die we're loved for some time but I still)
