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how, but I check her anyway. My heart races because she looks like Emily, it's not the first time I've confused a woman with her. This one, however, has more curves, which makes it h

ho have ever broken a woman's heart, the next one will be one from Taylor Swift: I knew you were trouble — the announcement makes me tense. Screw it! I drag the chair next to Jackson. If she wants an audience, that's what I'll give her. Her gaze fixes on our table and, if there was any doubt that this was a hint, she dispels it when she sings about “finding a problematic guy”. My friend gets excited and raises his mug in greeting, urging me to do the same. — Here’s to new opportunities! — he says, ignorant to the fact that the reason for my bad mood over the last year is standing in front of us in a cowboy dress and matching boots. Automatically, I match his toast and take a bigger sip this time. Jack is right, the drink is good. However, I am not able to appreciate it. The focus, meaning and my entire being is connected to the woman on stage. Then I remember how I met her. Two years ago, I went to give a talk on entrepreneurship at the community college, and as I was leaving, I saw a young woman singing in her pants for a few bucks. I was enchanted by his voice and angelic appearance. I put several notes in the open guitar case at her feet, but I couldn't leave, I invited her for a coffee and discovered that she was a music student in terrible financial condition. Like the idiot I am, I gave her a job for a position she wasn't qualified for and still fell in love with her. Six months later, after many conversations, repressed attraction and coffee, she accompanied me on a business trip. I took her virginity in a hotel room, we spent months together, with an intimacy that went beyond sex, until I discovered that she was a deceiver. — So how long have you two been together? — I question my friend, but what I really want to know is what Emily’s plan is. Maybe the idea of ​​