You get out of your Black Rolls-Royce Ghost, walking to the sidewalk where I'm sitting. I'm still sniffling, my arms are stiff at my sides, totally frozen in embarrassment. My little pull-up is clearly soaked and sagging now, I don't even look at you. You reach in carefully and say my name softly. I hiccups through my sobs. I told you I hadda go...
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