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Sofftly the rain patters on the floor of the deck. I'm sitting outside, on the swinging bench and watching, waiting for him to pull up in his bright red truck. I'm soaking wet, my long hair is drenched and hanging loosely below my shoulders.
I see headlights of in the distance, I know it's him, who else could it be coming all the way out here. He pulls up and gets out of the car, running to the front door with a breifcase over his head. He goes inside without looking in my direction. So I follow him in, my blue jeans soaked with clear rain.
He set's his breifcase down on the kitchen table and tkaes his jacket off placing it on the back of the chair. He turns around and sees me. "You're all wet," he comments.
"I was on the porch," I respond quietly.
"Doing what?"
"Waiting."
"For?"
"You."
He turned his head to the side after I said that. He gave me an odd look and then smiled. "Why were you waiting for me?"
I shruged, and moved towards the chair running my finger along the top of it and his jacket. "I wanted to."
He grinned and tilted my chin up with his forefinger, kissing me lightly on the lips, "I love you," he says. Then my dream fades into darkness.
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