Monday, August 9, 2010

253. Postcards

I once went out with a guy called Matthew.  I really liked him.  But we broke up.

My best friend Anne was dating Matt's friend Mark.  Mark had gone to England for work and had sent Anne a postcard.

Anne and I were house sitting and I'd collected the mail, giving Anne the postcard.  She had a quick look over it, not reading it then handed it to me, saying I could read it if I wanted.

I read it through, and got to one sentence:

"Matt was cheating on Sarah"

Nice way to find out.

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