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  • She waited.
    Looking down the stoop, she watched the water trickle over the concret stairs and puddle near the sidewalk. Her winter boots were covered with water stains.
    "I'll clean those for you." He said as he poked her in the back pushing her over the edge of the first stair.
    "That's ok. I like them this way." She said.
    "How could you like them that way, they're dirty." He said looking constipated.
    "Because they're going to get dirty again tomorrow and I hate seeing them get dirty. I don't mind them being dirty. I just hate seeing them get dirty."
    "That doesn't make sense." he said as he put on his ear muffs.
    "When have I ever made sense." Brielle said as she kicked a clump of ice into the snow bank.
    "You've got a point." Gareth smirked.
    "Yup. I never make sense."
    "That's not what I meant." Gareth said.
    "Forget it..." Brielle shifted the strap of her messenger bag and kicked another clump of ice. She wasn't interested in having a discussion over her ability to make sense or her dirty boots. She just wanted to get to the subway without having a fight.
    Brielle and Gareth walked past the red brick cementary wall.
    "It's cold isn't it." Gareth said as he slapped his hands together.
    "I'm not very good at weather talk, I'm thinking that might be the reason I married a meteorologist. Everybody wants to talk about the weather. I don't get it." Brielle said as she felt the rain drops change to snow and start hitting her skin and bouncing away.

    [photo by Emmy Ann Horstkamp]
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