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Beggardly Boxes The good old days expired when I sat on the bed, and he said he didn't love me as I loved him. Irrecoverable, obsolete, I was past perfect, and incomplete. Once upon a time I'd found my prince but he turned me into something less. Weighed and found wanting, I packed beggardly boxes and left, not needing to lose more than I could afford.