I fell for her in a painful manner. You’re about to make an awful decision, she predicted. I love you enough to ruin our families, I replied.
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He was a homely child who grew into a handsome man and held a noble job, who always wore leather chaps, and preferred his cakes under baked.
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I build up the courage and call her. And tell the truth, which isn’t a great move. I admit this also. Have I earned your respect yet? I ask.
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She escaped the safety of the water and stood confidently on the shore and she waited for him. But he wasn’t ready for her. None of him was.
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The dogs started barking and he told them to shut up and then the visiting team scored and the barking was over and he stopped liking sports.
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We were old men, bald or gray haired, arguing about long lost musical heroes, bemoaning today’s kids, drinking warm beer. Dying reluctantly.
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His words float between them, a cloud that threatens rain. That makes me sad, she sighs. He’s confused. We’re not talking about you, he says.
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And he thought suspenders would be a good idea. He stared at himself in the mirror wondering who he was. He looked like a man tired of belts.
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He knew he lacked style, even before she’d pointed it out. There were many things he wanted to say. I have a big TV, was all he could muster.
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Her stomach is littered with bite marks. She says, Why would you do that? I remember this thing my mother once did. All I can do is I shrug.
