Life without Tom<BR>
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"I don't mind being alone," Jane assured herself. "I've got enough friends to help me. Don't I, Socksy?"<BR>
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Jane held out her hand-crafted sock puppet at eye level and attempted, quite lamely, to keep from moving her own lips. "You sure do, Jane!"<BR>
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"Thank you, Socksy! I can always count on you to cheer me up."<BR>
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"Oh, g'wan."<BR>
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"No, really."<BR>
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"Aw, shucks, Jane. I do what I can to help you through this period of grief."<BR>
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Jane raised an eyebrow. "What grief? I'm fine!"<BR>
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"Jane, you're talking to a sock puppet," Socksy pointed out.<BR>
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"Oh, right."<BR>
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"Face it. You'll never be 100% over Tom. Nobody's that well adjusted."<BR>
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"I don't want to talk about it, Socksy."<BR>
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"He and Daria *did* stab you in the back, whether or not they meant to. That's not exactly something you forget easily."<BR>
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Jane was getting pissed. "Shut *up*, Socksy."<BR>
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"And you also realize that every day that you don't have a boy in your arms, it gets harder and harder to convince everyone that you're not a lesbian."<BR>
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"GO TO HELL, SOCKSY!!" With all her rage-filled strength, Jane hurled her ex-friend out the window.<BR>
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Meanwhile, her brother had just gotten home from practice when a sock hit him in the face. He plucked it off. "Hey, this one and the one I found under my pillow make a matching pair! This is the best Monday ever!"<BR>