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They were not expecting him. He rang to ask for a room for a few days. Then he rang his mother to say he had arrived ok and would be staying at the abbey. He went by taxi as it was quicker than the bus and he just couldn't cope with the crowds in his state of mind. He arrived about twelve. A monk showed him the room and he unpacked what little he had managed to bring with him. He sat in a chair by the window and looked at the roof of the church. What now? He mused. He wondered what she would be thinking. She'd be wondering where he was and why he'd not returned from the town as he said he would. Would it dawn on her that he'd left her? Other thoughts would go through her mind. Had he had an accident? But it would gradually dawn on her that he'd left. He had an hour to **** before lunch. He left the room and went for a walk in the abbey grounds down to the sea shore through the woods. Standing there he lit up a cigarette and watched the sea. He thought to himself what will become of me?
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Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 4:26 AM UTC
Escape from a Wife 1980
They were not expecting him. He rang to ask for a room for a few days. Then he rang his mother to say he had arrived ok and would be staying at the abbey. He went by taxi as it was quicker than the bus and he just couldn't cope with the crowds in his state of mind. He arrived about twelve. A monk showed him the room and he unpacked what little he had managed to bring with him. He sat in a chair by the window and looked at the roof of the church. What now? He mused. He wondered what she would be thinking. She'd be wondering where he was and why he'd not returned from the town as he said he would. Would it dawn on her that he'd left her? Other thoughts would go through her mind. Had he had an accident? But it would gradually dawn on her that he'd left. He had an hour to **** before lunch. He left the room and went for a walk in the abbey grounds down to the sea shore through the woods. Standing there he lit up a cigarette and watched the sea. He thought to himself what will become of me?
TerryCollett
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Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 4:26 AM UTC
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