Story from iHop, 2004 continued. 2 friends, one story. Part 2. (lowercase is one and uppercase is the other)
IT WAS ARLENE, HIS MISTRESS OF 7 YEARS. HE KNEW EVERYTHING ABOUT HER, HER FUNNY LIP SHAPE, THE WAY HER NOSE SLOPED, THE WAY HER CHEST BECAME RED WHEN SHE WAS NERVOUS. THE WAY SHE BIT HER LOWER LIP WHEN THEY MADE LOVE. HE KNEW WHAT MADE HER LAUGH AND HOW BLUE HER EYES WERE AFTER SHE CRIED. SHE CRIED FOR HIM. OF ALL THAT HE GAVE HER, HE COULDN'T OFFER HER WHAT SHE YEARNED FOR. then he ate her, but threw her up immediately. no, seriously, once she left to pursue a more comfortable route, he was left alone...after many days of moping and wondering what he did wrong. nothing he discovered, except he over-beared her with love that she couldn't handle. she was gone. forever? maybe...maybe not- fate kept them connected. but over the days, months, years, many adventures, many learning experiences occurred, they were both living life, not together, yet not alone. [to be cont.]
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