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Aftermath of fleeting love
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What had happened?
He remembered meeting Deb, walking in the park, discussing their pasts and maybe their future. It had all been so pleasant. He hadn't even thought about Xanadu, the lovely woman who had so bewitched him just days before. For sure, he had not worried about Fred and her growing attachment to this Sam character who she seemed to think was an American version of him. What was wrong with the British version?
Bloody hell.
Somehow, he ended up alone again. Sitting by himself on a bench in the park, wondering what had happened to his life.
He needed a drink. And a hug. Maybe both at the same time.
What had happened?
He remembered meeting Deb, walking in the park, discussing their pasts and maybe their future. It had all been so pleasant. He hadn't even thought about Xanadu, the lovely woman who had so bewitched him just days before. For sure, he had not worried about Fred and her growing attachment to this Sam character who she seemed to think was an American version of him. What was wrong with the British version?
Bloody hell.
Somehow, he ended up alone again. Sitting by himself on a bench in the park, wondering what had happened to his life.
He needed a drink. And a hug. Maybe both at the same time.