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The Fifth Time I Went
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I cancelled four times. Real reasons, then made-up ones, then no message at all. His reply to the no-show was one line: hope everything is alright. The fifth time, I went. At the bar there was a second glass he had not poured yet.
Contents · 3 chapters
First 1 chapters free · coins after that- 01The Fourth Time I Sent No MessageFreeI switched off my phone for two hours, and when I turned it back on there was only one line from him: “Everything all right?”
- 02He Never Mentioned Those Four Times🔒 300 coinsAll evening he never once mentioned the four times I stood him up. We simply had a meal.
- 03The Fifth Time Was Enough🔒 350 coinsI still do not know what I was afraid of. Maybe the fifth time was enough.
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