He used to work in the same building as I do and we would run into each other from time to time at a bar after work. He retired at 55, probably about three years ago but I’ll see him around the area from time to time but usually during the winter months he’s in sunny Florida. So, I was surprised when I saw he at the coffee shop.
“Hey, how are things?”
“I can’t complain,” he said.
“Oh! Then obviously I’ve mistaken you for someone else.”
“You missed it; he was just complaining,” the coffee shop girl added.
fWOT?
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fLike fZelda and fffscott Fitzgerald
was Bbutton his scripted, unconditional
doomed love
toward his doomed dove
his immortal love
typed
scorned
discarded
was...
4 weeks ago

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