Today I bring to you a strange love story from a very dear friend and old blogging acquaintance of mine, Dahlia who blogs at My Silver Streaks.
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She waited in the dark still, silent and watchful. Why was he late? Was he not coming home tonight? He did that sometimes. And he never ever bothered to tell her. But she always knew – for he could never pack without her knowledge. Not much escaped her, she thought with grim pleasure.
So why wasn’t he home yet? One of those late night parties, she supposed. One would think he would know better. What about those dark circles? And when she pointed them out he would get so mad. But that wouldn’t change facts, would it?
Like she had accepted that in his line of work as a model, there were others. But it was to her that he always came back, and for her that was enough….
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