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His car idled in Jennifer's driveway, and he took brave steps up to her door, knocking loudly on the wooden frame. It was now or never.
There was nothing special about his attire that day. Dark jeans, a black t-shirt, a trucker's hat. What was different was his expression, usually cocky, now so tamed, so scared.
If he could hide his monthly monster, he could certainly hide his emotions.
There was nothing special about his attire that day. Dark jeans, a black t-shirt, a trucker's hat. What was different was his expression, usually cocky, now so tamed, so scared.
If he could hide his monthly monster, he could certainly hide his emotions.