Oh, she didn't participate or fall behind. She just let herself wither with the breeze and extend her spook into the world organ, crazy as that sounds. It wasn't a question of say, telegraphing the move or pronouncing an intent, one way or the other, it was just being and rationalizing. Just happening and occurring without questioning the comeuppance. He didn't exactly mind being on the resulting end of her spiritual sneeze, just, and he would put it this way himself, it wasn't what he envisioned for himself.
Later that week, after the Borough regained momentum and filled her vacant space with some unorthodox Jew, he took her posters down from the wall and sold her refrigerator to a local Burger King. They told him it would be loved and filled with the finest patties but he had already lost interest. He just put questions to the dusty, kitchen corner as if it would answer with something other than hushed reverence for what was missing. A breeze took his curtain up the bare walls and spilled coffee onto the misshapen hardwood. He locked the door from the inside..
Unrelated Notes: Or Not That I Have But I hear It:
"All Womens always giggled at me and even guys did in the public toilets!
Well, now I laugh at them, because I took Mega Dik
For 4-5 months and now my dick is much bigger than "average" size."