”Nothing wrong with it,” Sam thought as he walked back to the bar.
”Nothing wrong with just talking to her.”
Sam had seen the girl sitting a few places away from him by the bar.
She was pretty, far too pretty for this place, he had thought.
In the corner of his eye, Sam could see her watching him. He wanted to talk to her, but he couldn’t, he couldn’t do that to his wife. Not now when she had finally forgiven him.
Sam needed to clear his head, so he walked outside for a smoke.
”There was no harm in just talking to her,” he thought before he walked back in.
”Nothing wrong with it.”
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