Taste of Defeat
By bigdoctorguy. [google-translator] I left work early—4:30 p.m. The plan was to surprise her with a visit to her favorite restaurant. I had made the reservation; it was all set. The drive home was unremarkable, but my excitement grew stronger as my home drew closer. I forgot even to play music; I could hear my heartbeat. This was my moment—this was the time to win her back! After parking my car, I checked my hair in the mirror. I opened
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