No Longer His Canary
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In my fourth year as Alexander Sullivan's canary, he got bored of me and ended it.
I was ready to beg him to stay—tears, screaming, threats, the whole act. Like I had a hundred times before. Perform the devotion. Keep him happy.
But the comments drifting across my vision said that this time, Alexander meant it.
He'd fallen for someone else. This really was the last time we'd ever see each other.
I went quiet on the spot.
And while the tears ran silently down my face, I hooked a hundred-dollar bill off the floor with my pinky, rolled it into my palm, and tucked it a little deeper up my sleeve.
I was ready to beg him to stay—tears, screaming, threats, the whole act. Like I had a hundred times before. Perform the devotion. Keep him happy.
But the comments drifting across my vision said that this time, Alexander meant it.
He'd fallen for someone else. This really was the last time we'd ever see each other.
I went quiet on the spot.
And while the tears ran silently down my face, I hooked a hundred-dollar bill off the floor with my pinky, rolled it into my palm, and tucked it a little deeper up my sleeve.


















































