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line for the bar. If they complain t
ivate room with the bucket of ice in hand. When I do,
ains: the ha
ous when I set the bucket of ice down o
ed a cigar
of professionalism. "I'm really
t d
s up towards
hat I actually start to lower myself down into the cha
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at the maître d' told me. This is harmless anyway, right? I'
ext to him, but I make sure to keep a good two feet
e new
instantly. "Is i
can feel your s
s it's inches away from my neck. A few strands of
st admit it. "I am a little stressed, yea
hy
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muses like it's
jobs, but as it turns out, not many people are excited to hire a twenty-seven
you've had
, washed dishes at a fast food restaurant, and cleaned half a dozen houses from top
e has a
gests that there's more happening than I'm clued into.
green reveal themselves for brief flashes every time he shifts beneath the chandelier. A
nd I know that's pathetic for a twenty-seven-year-old to a
is
s stu
le-Jesus Christ. It doe
nks and I'm trying to sort myself out. But I'm d
re you
ating my voice for me. I'm saying the things I'm supposed to say. But God only knows the last time I truly m
t your d
that have led me to this moment. "Actually, no.
as doing y
exac
ize that not only are our knees touching, but I
's moved cl
y life story with a complete stranger. A complete
y. I don't know why
asked," he
, right.
them over a lock of my hair. I freeze,
on't have anyone to t
straight through my heart. I l
out your
d. "I cut them
e slightest nudge from a stranger. He may be an intensely beautifu
hy
lege and marry Casey. I told them I knew better
still teasing that lock of my hair b
. "Luck
ave no
ning something different, something else, s
t friends?
are his friends
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s it feel like he can see inside me? Like he can split
n know h
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