I lost one by sleeping with him too late. Another by jumping into sex too early. Perhaps I should have worked on my timing. Who knows? Undo the first, and I would have stayed in Baltimore for another year. Undo the second, and I could have run away to Italy. Either way, losing them was inevitable.
I kinda wish you’d got to run away to Italy. I want to run away to Italy.
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This is wonderful. And yes, running away to Italy always feels . . . desirable.
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In the end of days, I hope we get to see a slideshow of what would have been had we taken all the alternate paths.
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Remembering the Choose Your Own Adventure books . . .
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