The Wait Ends.

In front of the building she waited. It reminded her of a church, she told herself.

Over a half hour of waiting, a telephone conversation helping to pass the time.

She began pacing, trying not to think about how long she’d been waiting for.

Finally, the object of her affections and loving ire was in sight.

She hurriedly ended the conversation, her tone letting on just how elated she was that the wait was now over.

The one she loved was by her side now.


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