Lazy afternoon with rain and thunder

I was taking a break from some work stuff and listening to the big drops on the metal roof when once again the thought popped into my mind that my ex was a complete fraud.

We're selling our NyC apt and she's on a joint email either me and our three brokers. She refuses to respond to me in the group. It's like the episode where Lucy and Ricky get in an argument from back in the 60's. We're making decisions that impact half a million dollars in value.

Maybe my ex is 3D now. Real. Possessing value.

Stranger things have happened!

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