I was waiting to cross the street when I contemplated leaving you. Standing at the crosswalk, I could feel your presence. I clasped my right hand, felt my fingers fold into your palm. The wind picked up as the light switched to yellow, and I could smell your cologne and Chap Stick. I licked my lips and tasted Burt’s Bees. Idling at the red light was a black sports car that’s engine...
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