She twiddles her thumbs, rough course skin of endless nights of fingertip chewing and nail-biting has left them so. She looks up and scans around the park painted with reddish-gold and brown. Just waiting, waiting, waitin-
Where the hell was he?
Soon she feels someone take her rough, unlady-like hands and kiss them.
"I'm here"
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