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The soldier
ANNIE It's been exactly a week since I left home, and weirdly, I feel content, satisfied, and oddly at peace. After that night, where I saw the bodyguard, or should I say soldier? I kept returning to the bar in hopes of meeting him again. He never came back. Didn't even come by for a minute or two just check up on me To say I was disappointed would be an understatement. I know it is wrong for me to be thinking about another man when legally I was still married. I left the house to come out, have space and think about my relationship, but I've barely even thought about it. It's the stranger that fills my thoughts instead. I internally cringed and looked around. I was at the bar. Again. Waiting for him. "Hi.." The bartender stood in front of me, "I know this is wrong, but you
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