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5:15pm.

There she is again. Same time. Same pathway home.

She hikes her hand bag higher up onto her shoulder. Check.

She pulls out her mobile phone. Check.

She'll now make a phone call.... Check.

I wish I knew who she was calling.

I long to hear her voice.

God, I love her.

I need her.

I will have her. She has to be mine... Again!

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