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Thursday, April 6, 2006


Read other post first, this is part of my story.
I was sitting on a bench outside an organic grocery store. I wore a black, faux-fur coat, shaped like a blazer, the end coming to my waist, just above those thick hips. I was cold, holding my arms tightly across my chest, my legs crossed at the knee, foot bobbing in the air. I was nervous as well, and for a good reason. Today was the day I would be seeing Kyle. It had been over two years since I had last said goodbye to him. I wasn’t sure I would recognize him.
My eyes wandered around. I wasn’t sure when Kyle would get there, but I knew the time was drawing nearer every second. I had thoughts of disaster racing through my mind. What if I missed him? It was then that I saw a familiar car pull into the parking lot. I waited impatiently for the driver to emerge and start walking towards me. The driver was a man I didn’t know, but the eyes were a dead give away.

(Oh! The Suspense! Keep reading. I’ll be posting more. Don’t worry.)


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