My life is empty

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peter Pov

8:00 am when I glance at it for 5th time this morning just laying in bed waiting for something or someone to tell me to get over my sadness and move on. It's been like this for the pass year ever since my divorce from Jennie grath.

In the divorce Jennie got the money and the girls I have not dater for a year. because I have not found her or a girl really wanted to know really good yet. Hopeful I will soon meet her when the time is right and I will know in my heart.

I slowly rise for the day, opening the black silk curtains covering the bright sunlight from outside. Shining and blinding my eyesight for couples sec's than I got used to it.

Looking at view of york city seeing people running into taxi’s and even seeing people people running into the stores and to the subways. To cover and run from the cold winds into warmth areas of new york city. Than I glance on my iphone to see what meeting had be done said on calender at 10:30 am meeting at the Eastern Marketing Company With Mrs.McCoy.

Dec,5,12 @ 10: 30 with Mrs.McCoy

Reason: To discuss about new Cologne Ad's

Oh, that's right I quickly glance at the clock was 8:25 yeah I could make it's only 25 mins from here. I open two dark oak double doors leading from my bedroom than I run to my kitchen to set up coffee machine for my cup of Joe than I quickly jetted to my closet for a outfit for the meeting grayest blue dress shirt with violet tie and with white sweater, with light gray dress pants and with black dress shoes. Than I quickly comb my blonde-brown hair than mess it up a bit. Than I heard Ding.. my coffee was ready for this lonely with meeting all day. Coffee to me right now tasted like honey to my sleepy mind. I started to make way to the door by putting on my winter heavy coat going towards the cold walking towards the building Eastern Marketing Company in tall white letters placed on tall light blue brick building than got the elevation going to the 3th floor. Wish me good luck

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