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On Call

When the call came, he always answered
He drove with abandon every time
A foot spurring the car faster than it had ever gone
Tires screamed
Bright red lights ignored
To be there
With her
As she wanted
This was all that mattered
Pressed up against her in the hallway
Ringed fingers pledged to love others, stripping away any barriers between them
She was all that mattered
She was all he had lost and needed to reclaim
There were no pleasantries until “after”
And leaving?
The pain of “good bye” was only slightly over powered be the joy of her “hello”
So he waited
On call


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Suburban War Lord

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