Let me go

“Five years have passed, but I don’t know why we split…..” said the wistful message from a number I’ve tried hard to forget.

“I’m allergic to peanut butter, despite the nutritional value. Does that answer you?”

“I’d like to know the cause of allergy.”

“Persistence … I wish you’d let me go – without any questions.”

“Hmmm … independence, or playing hard to get, or something to hide?”

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