You may have held the temporary misconception that your breakup was unique,
the worst, a previously uncharted territory of hell on earth. You may have
thought briefly that you'd reached new depths of the dumps, new heights
of hurt, that the things you said and heard truly revolutionized the rhetoric
of resentment.
But at the same time, didn't you have this weird feeling of deja-dump?-that
you'd heard this before, that you were quoting yourself (or Elizabeth Taylor)?
Truth is, breakups are all cuts of the same cheap cloth, different flavors
of the same soft-serv, wormy crabapples from the same tree. What follows
are handy pull-downs you can use for proof -- or future reference...
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