you did not show up on Sunday again. I was beginning to think you were avoiding me. I was afraid that I came on too strong. I could have scared you off, further away into that place your mind always disappeared to.
the following Friday you weren't at the bench. Instead an elderly gentleman and his dog, who looked just as old as he was, occupied your spot.
I did not talk to the old man.
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Red String (joshler)
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