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I said good-bye to Brian.  We’d been living together a couple months when he decided to leave, not that I was sorry to see him go.  We’d been arguing a lot, over clothes on the floor, dirty dishes in the sink.  Those things were easy to fight over.  The real issues didn’t come out until after he’d gone   Brian liked to tell lies.  Turns out that when Brian said he was going to the opera with his father, he was really performing on stage, doing some Chippendales show.   I always wondered why he had some many ones. 

Missy