My foot scuffed at the rice before balancing on the edge of the curb … the car engine roared to life, and the car eased into the roadway; one look, that's all. One glance over your shoulder, and I will know. The twisting angst in my gut rose as a fire burning with hope, only to explode through the cracks opening in my chest like a river of shattered glass cascading over a field of bloody moss-covered granite. I had the answer now; I needed to learn how to accept it. Tom was your choice!
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