"Time really can move in two directions. It doesn't matter to the universe anyway. " (Image)
FACT: Neither texting nor taking all of your clothes off will resolve unfinished business.
But one of them is a lot more entertaining than the other.
"I am on foot. Wearing all black. See you in 15."
It was Saturday. By the time, I hit Sunset Junction, the last embers of LA's magic hour had faded into the cool, ruddy gloaming. My favorite shirt was still on the lam.
I fished a tiny lifeline out of my pocket. The screen is blank except for a hairline fracture.
"Going in blind, naturally." The words slip out on the heels of an almost-icy but definitely strained exhale. "No worries."
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