One spring morning...
hailing a taxi...(or at least ATTEMPTING to hail one!)
It was never easy to get a cab in Manhattan during rush hour...
It was chilly out...
So after a while, he put his FREE hand into his pocket to warm it up a bit...
and he felt a folded piece of paper inside...
That was odd.
He ALWAYS cleaned out his pockets...
He pulled it out, unfolded it...
And here''s what it said:

Hank,
It''s been a hard, hard few years...
With all the losses and money troubles, etc...
This note probably pegs me as a HUGE COWARD...
But I just couldn''t do this face-to-face...
I''ve met someone else, and I''m leaving town with him this afternoon...for good...
I know that this may come as a shock to you...
Although I can''t imagine that you would really care at this point...
Twenty years is a LONG time in which to constantly feel compromised...
I will be back to get the rest of my things in two weeks...
I have left a simple divorce agreement on the kitchen counter...
I don''t WANT anything, so I''m guessing it will not be a contentious scenario...
I wish you luck and love and freedom...
Have a meaningful Passover...
Liz

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The man, Hank, stood there FROZEN, PARALYZED on the side of the Avenue...
He didn''t notice the speeding taxi coming towards him....
He remembered being HIT...
The rest was a BLUR...




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