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It seems like I’m waiting forever, sat in the car while Jessica goes into the nearby branch of HSBC.
I look at the people walking past the car, milling around as they casually get on with their shopping. It seems like a bizarre antithesis to what’s going on in my life right now. Will I ever wander around the high street and do my shopping again? It sounds like an odd thing to say, but I really don’t know. I don’t even know what’s going on now, never mind what’s going to happen in weeks, months, years from now.
I must look like s**t. I can’t be anything but, and an elderly gentleman peers into my car for longer than I’d like him to as he slowly saunters past, his walking stick wobbling as he balances far too much of his weight on it. I want to scream f**k off, you daft old bugger! but
