November 18, 2009
memories
S was the stitches that kept us from completely ripping apart that day. She took me out of the pub, still not sure what had happened. Took me round the corner to the wee nook she’d just been smoking in. I could smell her not quite stale smoke still lingering there.
He… he… he cheated, with [...]
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November 17, 2009
memories
His eyes stared into his pint glass, empty, but full of anguish. He had to tell her. Either that or she was going to find out anyway. That’s what it had all been about after all, and she had no idea. She would never forgive him.
His voice broke as he spoke softly in the pub [...]
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