“I can’t believe he broke up with me by text message.” I complained for the 40th time since I called her.
She agreed, but you could tell my constant whining was getting on her nerves. “It’s totally lame to break up with someone that way.” She flipped on her side and looked up at me from under her fedora. “But think of it this way. Someone who would break up with you through a text isn’t someone you want to be with anyway.”
Morgan extracted a cigarette from her bag and lit it, turning around to face the river.