Too Good to Be True
Maya was eating cold pizza out of the box at 3:17 AM when she typed the first sentence of the breakup letter and immediately deleted it. This was the third attempt. The first four had been shorter, sharper, and equally nonexistent. "You know what, Leo?" she typed. "I think we want different things." Deleted. "Leo, you're great. Like, too great." Deleted. "We should see other people." Deleted....
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