I Can't

Stuck in traffic and no one to flirt with except truckers. Not happening. My phone rings and I don’t recognize the number. I answer. It could be the school, my doctor, or a random hot stranger. It could be. It wasn’t. It’s the ex-girlfriend. She flirts. We talk. She wants to grab lunch. I tell…

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