walking mad

tunnel3

She looked at me and smiled, that iffy kind of smile that made me unsure of whether I was in the doghouse or not. It was hard figuring her out, watching her walk across the street. Sometimes when she was mad, her gait was large and uneven. Walking beside her sometimes was a chore if she was upset with me. I couldn’t keep up.

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