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“What’s today’s date?” He called in to his assistant, not sure where the week had gone.
“The fifteenth.” She replied, her voice monotone and not giving away her disappointment that he had forgotten.
Ten years to the day they had been working together, she hadn’t expected a big fuss to be made but it would’ve been nice for it to have been acknowledged.
By SCD on 10.13.2013
I went to my favorite place; the park. it is on a hill where I could see almost the entire city. Always sat on the same old bench with a good read in my hands. Doing it almost everyday before my day starts or ends since my dad died. Until one late afternoon, I saw a note sticked on the bench saying, “date me, young lady.”. And that’s how my story started. Or perhaps, our story.
By Alyssa Marie Ysabel Y.A. URL on 10.13.2013
We sat, giggling at the sheer absurdity of our surroundings. She decided it was a good idea to take us out to a classic 50s diner, but apparently didn’t do her research, as we ended up in a kid’s playhouse kind of 50s diner, a la Chuck E. Cheese. Elvis blasted through the colorful imitation jukeboxes, the bass turned up more than necessary. We sipped our neon pink milkshakes and looked each other in the eyes. I really tried to be serious and gentlemanly, but we just continued laughing, which wasn’t a problem at all.
By Samantha URL on 10.13.2013
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