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he smiled to himself, washing his hands in the rest-stop bathroom. Three more hours and he would be home. Only three, he repeated to himself over and over. but he had forgotten to dispose of the wrench.
she sat, waiting, calling, hoping for the man who would not show. friends until the end, no. lovers, no. but she would wait. his happiness meant the world, even if she wasn't in it. he was her hope, the safe light in her darkroom.