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what I've wanted

the monday was, as any mondays are, unexpected and unenthused with the weekend past

i had begun talking to a girl whom i met through mutual friends who frequent our neighborhood coffee shop

we decided to meet at a hookah place notoriously named after our cities zip code; it seemed our small but mighty home was trying to make a name for itself

i had not given her much thought for doing so would cause my knees to weaken and my stomach to churn

but we sat down, ordered our concoction of tobacco and talked about the things we always talked about

amidst a mixture of light conversation laced with slight boredom and tobacco poisoning, she arrived, nonchalantly

towards the end of our visit to hookah 402 I grew weary of another night spent in a mediocre way

it never made sense to me how such interesting people could find so little to do

maybe it was laziness, i don't know

she asked us where we want our night to go and how we wanted it to go

two questions i have asked my friends but have never been able to reach a conclusion or a satisfying end result

furthermore, we got into kaylas car, our first destination was a coffee shop, as it usually is

we got our coffee and decided to use my fake id and get alcohol from a liquor store in north omaha

while i may not have been nervous on the way there, our conversations distracting me from the possibility of receiving a felony, my heart picked up speed when i handed the cashier my fake

we got the alcohol and drove to the nearest gas station for a chaser

while she was in the gas station an elderly man approached our car, immediately putting his shoulders to his jawline in defense

he told us his name, even showed us where it was tatted on his arm, and asked us to drive him to his sister, whose car had just broke down

i guarantee that if she had not been with us, we would have said no, apologetically but fearful of saying yes

however, she was with us,

and with her attitude of all-encompassing love, we said yes and he got in the car

almost automatically the stranger and her began singing a beautiful duet

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