Lane? Really?

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            I sat in the coffee house, drinking a Caramel something or other. I was waiting for Lane to get here. We were hanging out for the first time today. He seemed pretty happy to have met someone that wanted to be his friend. I felt good about making him happy. He told me about the stuff people did and I've got to say he didn't deserve it. I don't think anyone does.  It made me feel bad for the men I killed. 

            Lane walked in, went to the counter and then came to the table with a tea in hand. "Hi Gary" he said before sitting down. I smiled and nodded to him. "Hi Lane. What's up?" He shook his head, "The normal, checked the mail yesterday, got a call from my uncle." I nodded and watched him as he kept talking. There was something about him that made me listen to everything, and it felt like I could trust him. I replied to his day with a quick "I've just been apartment hunting." He nodded. "Hey there's someone in my building looking for a roommate. You could look into that." I thought about it a moment and then told him I would think about it. Then I accidentally kicked him. He didn't flinch or anything. He didn't seem shocked that he didn't feel pain. He just kept talking, even though he knew he was kicked. 

            On my way to the hotel I decided to walk, instead of taking a cab, so I could think. Lane didn't feel pain. That means either he has nerve damage or he's my soulmate. But Lane? Really? That doesn't make sense to me. I'm not attracted to him. Is he my soulmate? Is that possible? "I'm scared" I muttered to myself before I walked to my hotel room and went inside. We'll hang out tomorrow anyway so I'll figure it out then.

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