You were late and I was angry. There were seventeen thousand things I needed to accomplish that day and yet you were twenty minutes late and counting. At first it was impatience as I realized that once again you weren't going to be there exactly on time. I have a thing about time
. I'm always early. If I'm not there a few minutes early, I literally feel late. It's one of those many strange personality quirks I have. I ordered our usual, mine and yours. Then I sat. And sat. I checked my watch [...]
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