The one block left before our turn stretches out before me like a pirate’s plank, and the more I try to convince myself that everything’s okay, the more I feel like I’m going to be fed to the fishes. The food coma has overtaken my girlfriend at this point and she sits in the passenger seat with her eyes closed. I contemplate turning into our complex, but the possibility of us being murdered is too much to bear. As long as we’re in the car, we’re safe.
Break Ups, Make Ups & Movie Stars (part four)
To read part one, click here. To read part two, click here. To read part three, click here. One missed call... An entire week had gone by with nothing, and now, as I was saying goodbye to Alice and the life we built, there she was. I debated calling her back right then, but decided …
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