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lder as her touch is replaced with the clippers n

as I watch her come around me and begin to clip the

round us as all else fades and we are sucked into our own world. She hu

e because I know this is it. Our time is

in the mirror at my new look. Quickly, she grabs the drap

any sign of Chase. When I am sure he is nowhere in sight, I look back at

th me? Or better yet, p

looks towards the desk, not in my eyes,

and two $5 bills. Handing her both, she goes to break my cha

holding her still. Our touch warms my hand. A fire now started that ne

gh my mind.Will I feel this

ting the right amount of money in the r

wallet back in my pants pocket. "Let me take

athing. She stares up at me shocked, as if just the id

lf become skittish, waiting for a response that normally

art in the process. But still I persist. There is n

n! We all have to eat. W

me and see her boss coming back inside, smiling and completel

hispers. "I

as her boss comes aroun

a buzz cut," she says staring into

ore the end of today. Will probabl

e quickly turning and

I was not expecting. "I'll pick you up at 8." I say, reme

speechless. "I told ya," I say, taking a step back an

no response for what I just hit her with. "I promise, you w

ump back in the truck. We're half-way down the roa

ere taking a break, playing the field aft

of my ex's name does nothing to me. But how could it when

d to get the better of me, take me for granted, and r

ave to pretend. She had no clue who I was or

ething I haven't felt

. "But hell if I am going to le