Where you left me

Where you left me

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. I opened the car door a rush of nervousness rushed over me. A senior that nobody knew much about and I knew little about, offered to take me home when my mother couldn't due to her night shift at the hospital. Over hearing me in english while I was talking to Julie. "How was your night?" "It was rough orders here and there." I pulled out the tips that filled my pocket in emphasis. "Looks like it was." he said reaching for the radio I stared at the cross that hung from his mirror. "Church?" He looked at the necklace for a long while as if wondering if he should answer or not.He closed his eyes for a second, slightly laughing ,catching the dangling necklace in his hand quickly letting go.
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Hallelujah, hallelujah, my Smartphone's tone erupted Handel's Messiah like a fanfare to the doomed. I was greeted by the mother and father of headaches, well no one to blame but myself. I swore under my breath profanely, with imagination, apathetically opening my eyes. Rolling over I expected to see the outline of Holly but was confronted with an empty space where only hours before she'd reposed, kind of. At least her attractive perfume still lingered on the dented pillow. She wanted tips from an 'old timer', not sure if I like that term but I obviously fell into that category, in her eyes, I let it pass. I'm a sucker for tall red headed woman with expressive eyes. We'd met at a wine bar then moved to another and another and, well, you join the dots. I WOULD VALUE READERS CONTRUCTIVE FEEDBACK !

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