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November 18, 2018, 12:23:25 AM |
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So, last fall, me and this girl, a neighbour in our apartment block, were getting very pally, and I felt it opportune to pop the question. The effect was dramatic, she ran away from me. Then, some months after, she seemed to be warming up to me again, but once rebuffed, I kept the distance, and to be fair, there were other, newer girls in my life now.
Last night, I woke up around 2 AM to what I felt was a commotion in a car parked outside our apartment block. Some folk in evening wear were trying to move somebody outside the car. Perhaps that person was drunk, I felt. In the crowd I could only see the bodies as their face was turned away from me, but the person wasn't swaying as when someone gets very drunk.
Then, as they were "walking" her to our entrance lobby, I saw her face. Lovely one piece black dress perfectly fitting her oh-so-slimness, her face was fixed in total stupor. Hands in front of her totally expressionless face, as if pushing something forward, eyes blank, the stupor was massive.
Later, a mutual friend explained it as a "persistent habit" that had "grown strong" on her because of her obsession to lose weight. I'm still grappling with the implications of the bullet I had dodged through no effort on my part!
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