Waiting for a pedestrian to get to the other side and bam! out of fucking nowhere, the woman is carrying a manila folder with your first name and last initial etched in black Sharpie. I froze… thoughts of you, of us flashed in my brain then suddenly, a loud horn brutally tripped me on memory lane. I hit the gas pedal meanwhile checked the rear view mirror. The woman had vanished.
Stick with this story. I want to hear more.
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