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‘When did you become so jaded?’ he says, lying back in my sofa, his feet on the arm.
I can smell his socks, see the sprinkling of ash from his cigarette greying my rug. He’s picking the last of my smoked salmon from his teeth with the pin of the silver brooch Nan left me and I can’t even make a cup of tea because he’s drunk the last of it, stowing the empty bottle back in the fridge.
‘When I took in a lodger,’ I say, dumping his bags on the floor.
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Written for My Loving Wife’s #tuesdayuseitinasentence. See the word – this week it’s JADED – and use it in a sentence or blog post. Great fun – play along here.
Has someone outstayed their welcome? Nice story, Lynn.
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Haha! Just a little. 🙂 Thanks for reading
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Hahaha.. Good one!
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Thank you! 🙂
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He sounds like just the kind of man I used to go for – good job I eventually pluped for celibacy!
That’s a great 3 liner.
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Haha! Thanks Jane. Yes, we can all do without this kind of bloke 🙂
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I’m glad I learned that in the end. 🙂
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Me to 🙂
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I see – it’s not meant to be a three line story… whoopsadaisy 🙂
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Sentence, blog post – whatever you fancy really for this one 🙂
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