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Years later, we bumped into each other at the club. She was waiting for me, really, but I didn’t mind. There will always be something about her that just kills me, and she knows it. Is that why she’d come? What do I care? I’d been lonely for too long. When she saw me, she took one final puff from her cigarette, then stamped it out and looked up at me — hopefully, and a little afraid. So I said ‘Hey’, as though nothing had gone down. As the we’d parted only moments ago. As though..as though…I said ‘hey’ and she smiled back to me. Then arm-in-arm we marched right to my bed.
God, how I loved her.
I thought there must be some hope, some way, some future … Lees gerust door