5 weeks.

Cheated a couple times this past week.

But I am at 258 still.

Maybe less now. Hopefully.

I am closer to getting out. Starting over but getting out. I cannot wait.

Now I have this wish; this hope; this dream.

It's a low-lit bar. Not a meat market but an actual cocktail bar where people are there to enjoy the drink.

There she is, across the room, also alone.

I ask the bartender to give her a drink.

We talk.

We start over.

That'd be great.


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