Poetry
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She

She was worried when he wasn’t answering her calls. She’s called twenty times now. She knew traffic was horrendous that day. She didn’t care. She had to see him. She had to apologize. She should have stayed home. She didn’t know he was busy getting even.

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To keep it short and simple: I'm twenty-seven years old. Still plenty young, but not as young as I used to be.

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