Posted by Mrs. Kite | Posted in | Posted on Tuesday, April 20, 2010

For a while I thought the man was young.

I persuaded myself, ands as the years passed I kept in mind the age I made for him.

We went out almost every weekend, and I had the time of my life.

Until that day, when he ran to the car, with fear of being smashed by the crowd.

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