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"You're such a lightweight!" I laugh towards my friend. We're in a bar together, and one drink after we got here, he's already puking his guts out. Personally, I'm an experienced drinker. I could take ten times the amount I've already had and still wouldn't be anywhere near as bad as he is. "Hey, just go to the bathroom." Another guy calls from the other side of the room.
"Did you get the roast from outside?" I called to my husband as we dashed around the house, a meticulous dance in getting ready for the dinner. The one day a year when we both had to work our hardest to make sure every detail was as perfect as it could be. I had been preparing the inside of the house, and I told him that he needed to keep an eye on the roast outside, but knowing him, it was probably burnt to a crisp already.
"I'd like an espresso, please," asked the beautiful girl before me. Her outfit and stance told me that she was just another stereotypical valley girl living here in Southern California, but her tone was something different. Shaking my head to clear it, I rang up her order and headed over the start the blender for another customer. She won't remember anything about me, but for the rest of the day, I won't forget her.
How do you harness something that isn't real? Look,I've been around horses my whole life, I can handle them. But this is a whole new category....it's something that I never would've thought existed before today. Before I met her. Harnessing these feelings that I have could take years, if it's even possible. What if I didn't try to stop it? What if instead....I fell for her?
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