Reclining
I didn't know we're to go, or what to do after that really.
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I didn't know we're to go, or what to do after that really.
Before my stomach conveniently decided to be sick on the rear bumper of the car, all I really had time to glimpse was her face. It looked as neutral and silent as it had a few hours earlier.
The rain washed away my resolution, and made me sober up a bit. I don't know which had the most discouraging affect on me.
It had been one of these nights again. Nothing seemed to fall into place. Nothing made any sense. This stakeout was wearing me thin.