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"He's going to be late again. I just know it."
You sigh as you glance down at your watch. 6:30pm. Stamping your feet in the Feburary chill, you hold youself for warmth. "Someone should be here so I don't have to do this." You mumble to yourself. It's Valentine's day. The most romantic day of the year......and he's late. He should have been here at six. Hmmm....should have brought my gloves, it's freezing. You look around the busy street, eyes searching, but all you can see are the couples latched on their dates, eyes aglow with the warmth and contentment of being by the side of their loved one. Some are carrying flowers and others chocolates. Another heartfelt sigh.
Who are you waiting for?