I keep trying for the subtle exit, that point in time where I can slip out the door unnoticed. At gatherings, I'll rarely bid adieu. "Yeah, you were talking to someone when I had to leave. I didn't want to interrupt," is my standard excuse, a day or two later.
I've been edging closer to the door, but I always seem to turn back around.
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