So I wait for John to ring and he never does. The week was split between emotional highs and lows. Saw Gerald on Wednesday at the bank. He looked stressed and didn’t see until he turned around, looking like he wanted to kill the ATM. He smiled when he saw he and touched my arm. Asked me how I was and when I reciprocated he said busy and left. Just like that. Kinda disheartening. Guess I was just some random drunken girl.
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