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Strangers

I remember the day that we first met. I was standing outside in the rain and, Hell, I didn't care that I was soaking wet. You passed by me, umbrella over your head. It was quick, a memory that you wouldn't even realize you shouldn't forget. My eyes followed you, like they always do. Who knew 3 years later we'd find ourselves here. You carrying me to bed because I'm too wasted to make it there myself - again. You look at me now like you did back then - like I'm just another stranger on a street corner.

Story by:

Myriam Tremblay

22 February 2014