"The Fact Was" by Jack Gower

The fact was that all that warm weather and sunshine was making her feel just awful. Lounging by Bongos, her voluptuous figure fit with a simply clad bikini. Sipping fancy drinks with stupid names and even dumber displays teetering off the glass rim.

Sally had just scored a big sale at her fresh new job. The height of luxury, most thought. Then why was she still such a fucking wreck inside?

This was supposed to be it, she thought as she glanced at her novel new wedding ring—the one with the ridiculously large stone. But maybe this wasn’t it at all.

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