whatever happened to mara

mara coleman liked a cappuccino with an ice cube every sunday morning, reading the newspaper, and long coats. damien nace liked her. but mara coleman fell away faster from damein's life than she pranced in. with no way to talk to the girl of his dreams damien writes letters; hoping one day she'll return. the coffee may be stale, the newspaper outdated, and the coat tattered. but until then, whatever happened to mara?

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ps: this story is formatted very strange. it's lacking commas, proper punctuation at times, and lower case letters. this is all intentional. it's written from the point of view of a young man who writes in between shifts at the coffee shop, late at night, etc. it's suppose to give you a feel of the character. enjoy :)