💋CHAPTER 3💋

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Moving on

The tea kettle screamed as I packed up the last box and set it on top of the others near the front door. I was cutting it close the movers would be here tomorrow morning in between wrapping up loose ends with my job at the Seattle Times and finished signing copies of my first book, I didn't have much time to think about moving.

 I was cutting it close the movers would be here tomorrow morning in between wrapping up loose ends with my job at the Seattle Times and finished signing copies of my first book, I didn't have much time to think about moving

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As quickly ran to the kitchen to pour myself another cup of chai with milk my coughing infused fuel of choice I took a quick glance out of the window

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As quickly ran to the kitchen to pour myself another cup of chai with milk my coughing infused fuel of choice I took a quick glance out of the window.


I will miss this View!


The skyline of Seattle was immersing in a gray mist, and if I stood just in the right spot, I had to Peak to the melancholic Puget sounds Beyond. I would miss sipping tea inside my cozy little apartment and pounding away at the key shelter from the near constant rain. The constantly depressing weather was a writers paradise.


I sat down with my steaming mug and wonder what it would be like to ride in New York City.


The last time I was there...


The memory forced its way into my mind like it always did, a jagged pieces of glass cutting through my thought. After I had returned my engagement ring to Copter that cold, winter morning 3 years before, I promised I wouldn't go back. But this job offered was my dream come true-a staff writer for the Times magazine so I decided New York is a big enough for both of us. There were, what, eight million people or more wandering around? Even if I tried to find him, I doubt I could.

 There were, what, eight million people or more wandering around? Even if I tried to find him, I doubt I could

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