Friday, November 2, 2012

Red Line

And there I sat at the bar, waiting for his arrival - like I had so many times before.

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But this time was different. 



It didn't hit me like it use to when he called me babe.  And I was indifferent to his greeting and departure.  A kiss on the cheek, or a hug - it didn't matter. 


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