She picked up the phone and quickly put it back down on the charger. What was she thinking? This guy didn’t love her; all Doug cared about was how good she was in bed. After nearly five months of constant encounters with him, he still insisted that they not put a label on their relationship, if you could even call it that. They were merely former co-workers, who shared a few common interests, and liked to hang out together on the weekends.

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I couldn’t believe what I heard. She called me to tell me she was spending the night at his house.

Again.

Are you kidding me? I swear to God, I think I broke my hand when I punched the wall.

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“Do you want me to take you home?” he asked her as she put her clothes back on and pulled her hair in a ponytail.

“No, I’ll be fine. It’s just a few blocks.” It was actually more than a few, fifteen to be exact. But the last two hours were a blur in her mind, and she needed the fresh air to think. Besides, Doug was in no condition to drive – he wasn’t drunk, but he was on an expressway there.

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She stands at the kitchen sink, her hands playing aimlessly with the leftover bubbles. As her left hand caresses each bubble tenderly, she reaches with her right to turn the faucet on. The bubbles are whisked away by the cool water.

She sighs as she peers out the window above the sink. “He should be here by now,” she says aloud, “he knows I hate waiting.” She brushes the leftover crumbs of her cookie off of the counter. The morsels land near an ant patrolling the ground on his search for food, and he eagerly seizes them. “Take my crumbs will you?” she remarks as her heel crunches the ant with the crumbs.

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Rick had stood stiffly, looking deep into the cool blue eyes that stared unblinkingly at him from the mirror. He breathed deeply, barely noticing as beads of sweat crawled slowly down his face as he leaned closer, his lips pressing into a thin line as he searched almost desperately for some sign of something.

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Dave and Barry were sitting at the park bench. The cold Sunday afternoon brought them together at the south side, by the horse carriages.

“So,” Dave asked. “Rockies or Red Sox?”

Barry pondered his answer. “It would be interesting to see Colorado pick up and play, but I think the Red Sox can do it.”

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