Chapter 22: The Voicemail

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Taylor Still Retelling Story The waitress returns with our beers, we place our meal orders and request two more beers. Quickly we return our attention to each other. He asks about my trip. I tell him more about Jackson and Kennedy. I talk about the long talks, the neighborhood party, and meeting his sister. As the waitress delivers the bill and clears the table, I realize I talked about me the entire meal. I'm caught off guard by the sadness quickly washing over me. It's time for me to return home. Alone. “I don't want to be alone." The words jump out of my mouth before I restrain them. My hands leap to cover my mouth. This isn't me; I'm not this woman. I can't even blame it on too many drinks. I don't do one-night stands with strangers. Placing his hand around my wrist, Jorge pulls my

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