The Moth Radio Hour: Beef

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But instead, I sat frozen as she slid a letter across the table to me. And as I considered my options, my only option was to run away. And so that's what I did. I grabbed the letter, and I ran out of the hurricane crying. When I got to my car, I opened the letter, and it said, I hope we can still be friends. Which, no. I drove to where my boyfriend worked. He was a cook at 13 Coins.