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He was late. Not by much, just a few minutes, but she was early and so had been sitting waiting for fifteen minutes already. Plenty of time to think, to speculate on why she was there. For the hundredth time she considered leaving. She could just walk away now, send him an apologetic text saying she was sorry but something had cropped up. She definitely should do that right now, before he finally turned up.

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Reluctant writer, word dabbler...tea maker, coffee drinker, rum imbiber, chocolate eater.

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