No one deserves a broken heart, unless maybe that kid who chased me home from school when I was in the second grade. I don’t think I ever got one valuable smidgen of enlightenment from having a damaged heart, and I hate them once again as I experience them vicariously with those I love and care about.
And that’s all I have to say on the subject.
Okay, so I lied. I was about to schedule this post when I received an email at work complaining about a printer that no longer, you know, wanted to print. “I get an instruction to ‘open the door and clear the jam.’” (A familiar request in relationships.)
Now you’re thinking, tie this into heartache, I dare you. Read on, oh, doubtful ones. Back to the email — one of our able-bodied techs answered back, “I’m thinking that the printer did its time.”
The secretary cleverly replied to all with, “So I should set it free, and if it really loves me it will return to me.”
To which I pressed 
and typed, “I haven’t found that to really work.” And now that really is all I have to say on the subject.
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Good line by secretary. Gave you GREAT oppotunity to reply with clever smart-asm.
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I wish I had been there to help you take advantage.