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Stepping out...
Harley shoved the last of her belongings into her suitcase, sat on its bulky top to shut it, and moved out to her car which was parked outside the Warehouse. Bud and Lou were already in the back ready to go and chewing deftly on rubber steaks, she'd opt for the real thing when they'd arrive at their new place. Heading back inside Harley looked around at her stripped room, it was naked save for a bare mattress and a naked lightbulb. It was almost sad to see all her drawings of her Puddin gone. Throughout the days passed they'd found themselves being tossed one by one into the fire every day that passed in which he didn't say hello to her. It was finally much at Red's behest and a few of the other criminals prodding that she leave the clown, her clown. Smiling distantly there was a small sort of freedom in all, a resonance that hung deep. On the bed was her journal, she aptly picked it up and re-read the entry she'd written there the previous evening. 'Dear Diary, Its been long months since I last heard from J, I never expected to hear from him every day...but too not get a 'hi' once a week maybe, and too see him with others is needless to say a bit heartbreakin'. Several of my friends have suggested I leave J, move on with the babies and run alone on my own two feet. I never believed them until recently, and here I am now...leavin my Puddin...erm Mistah J. Its far to difficult to keep pretending something else is going to come out of this facade. They were right all along, and although it might be hard for awhile... I can get over him, and who knows...maybe I'll find someone that ACTUALLY appreciates me for all the things I do. I can take care of myself, nearly killed the Bats once...who needs the clown anyways!? Yeah...I got this...Hello Gotham City!" slamming the book shut, that little self written pep talking helping her out loads. Tucking the book under her arm, Harls didn't bother leaving a note for J, if he didn't get the picture he didn't deserve to know, and with that she went out to her car...clambered in and drove off out of Jokers life possibly forever...the smell of Happiness never smelt so good.
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