To the pubI stand up, she asks me without looking upTo the pub
"Where are you going"
To find my fate. I don't say it though, that's for bad movies and fantasy novels. Real people don't find destiny, and even if they did, they wouldn't be looking for it.
"To the pub"
She accepts this like she does every time, it's the get out of jail free card in a relationship. When she's reading at least. Comes in one ear and out the other, you could say. Robotic, almost, programmed in, a loophole.
I put on a coat. It's still cold out. St
Leaving the officeYou could say it was like a winter's rain, but that wouldn't really make much sense. Honestly, there isn't much that can be described as winter rain, apart from the obvious rain that happens during winter. Although despite all that, sometimes description fails to truly do what it is supposed to do. Absurdities such as this seem to become more common as we each new discovery seems only to prove just how little we actually know.Leaving the office
A chilly day, overcast but not gloomy. Those days where there is a firm layer of white clouds obscuring the sky, but the day seems bright as any other. &nbs
Blizzard
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