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i stared out the windshield at the red traffic light before me, my thoughts cycling through my mind.

my fingers brushed the small piece of paper you had given me.

i grabbed my phone, unlocked it, and slowly typed in the numbers. under the dark night sky, it seemed like the only light was coming from my phone as i contemplated on what to say.

suddenly, the light turned green. i quickly set my phone down and my foot pushed down on the gas pedal.

as i drove on the familiar road through the quiet town, i kept thinking about you.

i pulled into the parking garage in my apartment, and drove to my parking spot.

i picked up my phone and my fingers tapped the screen, then sent you a text.

4:28 a.m

hello? this is marla

it was short, but that text determined everything, it seemed like.


//natalie

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