Yes. I'm afraid so.
No
I’m tellin’ ya.
conversation veered to their families
the summersuddenly
behind them Howd tha happen We take our eyes off the prize not
realising it has a momentum of its own, it won’t rest on its laurels.
Time
for me to go. their goodbyes tilted her like she was admonishing time anguished
Time Already
Talk about freakin momentum
I’ll check my calendar, midOctober . . .
Wha works for youspread it around Im easy
I wasnt my Maw woud materialise an yank me around the room by my ear What did I tell you? You woudnt want to meet her in an ugly mood
You’re parents did well.
As well as coud be expectedworked with wha they had Me
Yeah.
Wasn’t much there. smiled dimples deep divots in her cheek loved seeing her smile
they gathered their thingszipped closed
backpacks went out of the coffee shop doorway side by side
he took herheld her backpack while she took a knee to unlocked her bicycle chained to a parking meter
On shuffle
Gimme my bag . . .
Toldya beautiful wallpapering the town
handed her the backpack
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