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0Yummeh, Jordaann 
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Chapter one
As we walked into your room, parents away on vacation, we hugged, and then i slightly kissed
your neck. That was a night full of love, pure, love."
egphoiz: "the next morning, I got toast, for some strange reason I feel lonely. Could it be the one night stand
had emotional affects on me? I questioned myself whether or not I loved Sandy"
But farther into the day, the bleak result of the prior night had been set into place. I received a
telephone call from her asking what I was doing later in the evening. I responded I had a dinner with an old
friend, though I dont know why"in reality, no dinner was planned, but deep down inside me I felt guilty for
something, and I could not face my lover"
Chapter two
After work, I went home to the void that filled my house. Blank furniture scattered across my
living room. My apartment was a small 3 room "luxury suite," The name did NOT suit the place."
I watched some television and then started to get tired. Laying down, I still could not get her out
of my head. I had to do something. I got up, dressed in proper casual attire. Walked down my stoop and
hopped in my '67 275z, a fine automobile. I drove above 15-20 over the limit in effort to contain my self
before I had arrived."
eventually, there I was. Knocking on the door at about 9:20 pm. I heard rustling inside"
I quickly picked a daisy from the planter beside the stoop and held it out waiting for a cheerful
face to appear, as I started to smirk at how ridiculous I was, i heard the doorknob churn"
an unfamiliar face had appeared, another man...What had my beautiful Sandy done? I was
bereaved with hatred, slowly Sandy stumbled into the view behind this man, I was giddy, but not with joy. I
had to do something."
I dropped the daisy, and started to walk away, there was not much I could do. I'm just but a small
man with a large heart. I went to my car, drove half way home and decided i was too tired and depressed
to go all the way back. I pulled my car to the side of the road and stopped. I slept that night with the
anguish of a broken heart."
Chapter 3 : The eventful day
It started off per usual, minus the mildly depressed state of mind. I had no where to go, and it was a saturday, i had nothing to do with my time anymore. that girl was my life. I went out upon my balcony and over looked the bustling street down below. I loved the city. I picked up my pipe which was hand crafted a decade ago in the 1930s by a good friend of mine, and a renown artist. The quality of the tobacco and pipe soothed my mind. I did not expect to be this relieved
I got up after an hour or so and went to make a sandwhich, I was out of jam so I went to the store about a block away. I walked on my way and for some reason, I was unusually happy, despite the current status of things. as I greeted the clerk with a smile, I noticed another man in a formal uniform.. could it be? This was the man at Sandy's house from yesterday. I was startled and I was also interested..
I wondered why he had a suit of that type on a day like this. I asked him about the earlier encounter and he replied with a smile "You have nothing to worry about, I'm not taking sandy from you." this made me even more curious. how had he known I was looking to subject myself to Sandy?
With a further set of questions he had exlpained the mix-up, the man was Sandy's sibling's fiance. With the relief of hearing that sentence, I shook his hand and apoligized for being furious the night of the event, he sighed and reassured me i had nothing to worry about
I bought the jam I was in need of and scurried out the door with a last "Goodbye". on my way back I realized I forgot to ask why the man had on a suit. Perhaps it was job affiliation and maybe he was a reporter of some type, he looked the role.
I ran to the door as I arrived, I saw a note on the door saying "Thanks for the flower, Jordan, it was kind" She must of knew I was coming . I took the note down and stuck it in my back pocket, to keep as a memento. I knocked on the door and sat on the deterioating rail beside me, waiting. It felt like ages before she had opened the door. I grabbed her smoothly and kissed her forehead and said, "Thanks"