“Late for the last time”

I thought there was a way to get there faster.

But there wasn’t.

I was going to be late and she wasn’t going to wait this time.

I’d done this many times before and she’d always sat there, waiting for me when I got there.

But not this time.

She’d warned me.

And I was going to be late again.

For the last time.


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