The hair was not the same intense red he remembered. Now it was black, almost. But the face. Unusual, he always thought, but intriguing nonetheless, even in profile. But she was over 2,000 miles away. Or was. Six months gone. Six months of getting over it all and moving on to a new level of happiness.
Before he could make a motion or sound, the light changed to green and the car to the right with the familiar profile sped off before he could realize why. Only the sound of the honking horns behind him caused him to slowly make his way.
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Don't blame me. I didn't vote for either of'em.
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