When you left me again that day last fall I went through the five stages of grief- no, to clarify, the stages of Suzanne as my therapist so kindly put it, stages that included sobbing on the floor when your scent finally left out the door, going through your things with mascara staining my cheeks
"Stages of Suzanne,"
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