I came out of town, solo, north past the gym that advertises church services on Sunday mornings, past the tattoo shop, up the gentle little rise to the spreading chestnut at the library, the point where one morning Paul ratcheted and ratcheted and ratcheted the pace until I, even though I was second wheel, I pulled off, frustrated, disappointed.
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I came out of town, solo, north past the gym that advertises church services on Sunday mornings, past the tattoo shop, up the gentle little rise to the spreading chestnut at the library, the point where one morning Paul ratcheted and ratcheted and ratcheted the pace until I, even though I was second wheel, I pulled off, frustrated, disappointed.