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He kisses her, then sits up to pull his pants on.

"I'll call," he says before leaving, sounding guilty.

She stares at the door, trying to remember this night but already it's fading. Just like the nights before.

She's envious of his guilt. She wishes she could feel something too.

Story by:

ED Martin

31 August 2012

ED Martin's web:

www.edmartinwriter.com