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October 22, 2007

Michele: Forward

Saturday. 11:45. I'm supposed to be on the road. It takes me forever to load the last of my belongings in the truck.

Noon. I take one last look at my apartment and I almost panic. Then I remember the way his hand feels in mine, his smell, how he feels next to me.

12:15. I hit the road and everything I have ever known fades behind me in my rear view mirror. I look back a couple of times and hesitate. I stop at the last light in my town, hang his picture on my visor and look forward.

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