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I check my watch. Three o’clock. She should have arrived by now. I scan the street. No sign. Where was she? Did she crash in a heap of cars on the freeway? Or maybe she got stuck at work. She did have a better job after all, with plenty more responsibility than Joseph the loser boyfriend. Maybe she just figured out I wasn’t worth her time anymore. Maybe I wasn’t good enough; Dutch dinners and busy schedules, the occasional argument, his lack of direction. Maybe she’d moved on, letting me go in a slow series of missed appointments, culminating in the sudden message, “Get lost!”
And would I? The best thing I’ve ever encountered in my life…and the hardest to handle. Tough call. But I’d thought about it before. Maybe this time she’d decide for me. Save me the trouble. It would be a release really. Get on with our lives. Life’s too short. And we aren’t getting anywhere, anyway.
“Joseph.” Oh. There she is. In her BMW across the street, waving me over like a servant to her open passenger window. “Let’s go, I have half an hour for lunch.”
I sigh, and step into the car.
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"I must create my own system, or be enslaved by another man's"-William Blake
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