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"Bernard Singer, famed playwrite, is dead. He was found at his home by his wife"
Carrie couldn't believe it. Bernard, the man she fell for when she was seventeen, was dead.
The man that broke her heart on her eighteenth birthday.
She hadn't seen him since that fateful night when she tried (and failed) to seduce him and she ran out on him and he threw a Chanel bag at her.
She had heard about his life off mutual aquantinces.
She knew that he got back with Margie, the wife that he loved (and Carrie suspected that he only dated her to make Margie jealous) and he raised another mans child.
She also knew that he had an affair with Teensie, that was an open secret.
She thought about that part of her life and it felt like it was yesterday when it happened.
But she also learned a lot from that part of her life.
And she could now feel sorry for Bernard, for wanting a life he could never have.
Carrie was glad that she had met him but she was also glad that things turned out the way they did.