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Post by Franklin Hubbard on Sept 4, 2012 15:21:32 GMT -5
Frankie had just completed his shift at the hospital and decided to treat himself to lunch at the Yacht Club. It felt like it had been forever since he'd eaten something that hadn't come from a vending machine.
Absent-mindedly he took his phone from his pocket and sighed, seeing no missed calls. He was still holding out hope to hear from Madison but still, nothing. Their experiment at moving in together had failed miserably and ever since, she'd been keeping her distance. It made sense but it was cutting at Frankie more than he let on.
Determined though not to think about it and let it bother him, he put his phone away before ordering his lunch. Wondering if anyone would stop over wanting to say hello.
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