We hugged goodbye and his hand lingered on my arm before he
turned and walked home to her. His
fingers brushed my wrist and I watched him go.
I thought about how I knew better and how much it had taken me to
learn. I thought about slipping up and I
thought about falling. He was a rock’n’roll cowboy who had tripped me with his gaze.
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