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Jenna stood and watched for the noonday train. Train your husband, she thought bitterly, what good advice. Advice given to her daily by her so-called friends. Friends aren't supposed to speak about you behind your back and visit only to eat your hors d’oeuvres. Hors d’oeuvres had taken over Jenna's life, a life that consisted of planning parties she didn’t want to host and then cleaning them up, planning activities with her husband and then, when he came home drunk at 2 AM, cleaning him up.

Up over the hill came the noonday train, and with it left Jenna.

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    Neville Hunt almost 5 years ago

    Quite right too Jenna; you don’t need any of them.

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