Special delivery day.
No fog, just sun.
The gift of a few extra minutes, though he is missed.
I didn’t expect anything different.
Lies.
I tell her the day has gone by so quickly, too quickly. I’ve been counting too much time.
Hot.
We have come to the same conclusion: they aren’t worth the stress.
A wave of nervousness washing over me. Where has the confidence gone?
Now or never.
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