Friday, 28 February 2014
I'd pack one bag and set forth...
I’d go to work, swirl in my chair and watch my heart pace. Something was calling me in the direction that he had left.
Three days would pass before I worked up the nerve to book a ticket to catch him in Calgary. I’d pack one bag and set forth…
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