The taxi dropped me off at the curb of the jazz club and I took a quick peek at my cell phone. Thankfully, I was right on-time for my ‘date.’ I paid the driver and stepped out into the cold damp air. It was going to rain later. I could feel it in my bones.
Ever since I broke my leg in high school, I could tell when the weather would change.
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Hope the next part is up sooooon. :)
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