The facilities manager unlocked a bunch of them. There is a high demand for them now that we are at the office more often.
I heard my manager look at the contents of one of the lockers:
This person has a toothbrush. He lived here. He was a trainer. He's long gone.
This trainer was my ex. He left the company maybe two years ago. He never bothered heading to the office to fetch his belongings.
The toothbrush detail was interesting. Frankly, he was more concerned about flossing, but the toothbrush was a close second.
I miss the good times being with him. I don't miss being treated like dirt and having my heart torn apart. It took a lot of strength to kick him to the curb when he wanted sex without a relationship. Dumb.
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