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This weeks words: fob, indigo, prevent
I waited impatiently, two cars behind you at the lights.
You had ignored me for eighteen months last time, this time only two days after fobbing me off with some lame but plausible line. You weren’t to know I had prepared myself this time, nurtured my indigo bruised heart inside its shell before handing it to you along with a hammer. Thinking myself prepared for rejection but god, however can you be when it comes a different way each time?
The lights changed, one more set before the viaduct. Engine revving greedily. I will prevent you from ignoring me again.