Crumpled wads of paper littered the floor around her feet. Head in hand, pen poised over a blank page, Briony bit her lip in consternation, trying to pick the right words.
She felt like a fraud. There were no tender phrases that would blunt the rejection made real in her letter. It had to be this way. She couldn’t end it with a phone call or a cold-hearted email.
She threw her last inadequate attempt across the room, a stationery missile ricocheting off the trash can rim. With a heavy heart, she wrote:
“Please, cancel my cable subscription effective immediately.”
Thin spiral notebook 
That was not what I was expecting. Good job bringing us to the end.
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