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I thought his flight left for London at four. I called Kendra and we went for a walk. Turning from 20th to F street I saw him pulling his luggage behind him and walking with Britta. I don't know why, but I grabbed Kendra's hand and made a U-turn back onto 20th. I didn't want to see him. Kendra and I lay on our backs in the gazebo next to the GWU library and stared at the sky. It was the time of day where the sun casts everything in a deep yellow right before setting, but because of the heavy rainclouds, the sun just created an intense, eerie light. I can't describe the color, but if it had a name, it'd be my favorite. I felt very empty.
Later, he called from St. Louis and asked if I had seen him on the street and avoided him. He hadn't noticed, but Britta said she thought she had seen me. I lied. I don't know why.
Later, he called from St. Louis and asked if I had seen him on the street and avoided him. He hadn't noticed, but Britta said she thought she had seen me. I lied. I don't know why.