I’m waiting in the shade, across the road from her apartment.
Waiting for it to be time to walk over the road, go down the steps and knock on her door.
I’m already nervous because I’m pretty sure she’s going to cane me as soon as I walk in. Cane me hard. Cold. It’s going to hurt.
A beep from my phone announces the arrival of a text.
If it gets too much…..
Pulse racing I walk down the steps.
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