To touch is to heal, to hurt is to steal...........

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(Monday, October 5th, early evening)
(Doctors office)

I am almost caught up on my paperworks and files.  Amazing what one can do when faced with numerous hours of loneliness and regret.  

I have to admit I was floored when Wanda came flouncing through the door.  I was beginning to think she had forgotten about me.  She should.  Hell, I don't even want to deal with me, how can i blame her for avoiding me?  Still, I was thrilled when she came and found me.  Even though I could feel the trepidation rolling off of her, and it nearly killed me when she slid off of me, fear causing her to tremble...
she came to find me.

We're not good.  But we're not over either, not yet.  Not ever if I can help it.

Sit at the desk in the front office, the quiet a welcome friend, and stare off into space as I twirl a pen between my fingers, wondering what I could possibly do to make things better.   I think about conversations.... I wonder if I could re-negotiate....

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