When he works late, I still find myself worrying that he's really doing something else. Whether it be chatting on the phone to her, though I know they haven't spoken in years, or banging someone else and I'm just stupid and oblivious. Of course if he is with someone else, I don't know how they communicate, because I can see in the phone records, calls and texts, and there's no unknown numbers come up. I guess it could be a woman he works with and they only communicate at work. Unless he goes back to her house I also can't figure out where they'd be banging. Oh I guess she could own a truck.
And I still can't watch 'Bridge to Terabithia' without crying, completely unrelated to my current emotions. Beautiful story.
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