

jackThe sudden knock on his bedroom door interrupted Jack from his deep reminisces that had been kindled by the photograph of a beautiful girl wrapped in his arms. He kept his back to the door. Clearing his throat he managed to say, “Uh... Who is it?” Jack felt an unexpected light hand on his shoulder. He jumped a little in his chair but kept his head down. “Your mother told me you were back in town. I thought I would come by.” A soft female voice said. Relieved it was not his own mother or father, Jack let out a sigh. He quickly wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt and looked up at the familiar face, his eyes still puffy and tear stained.jack
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