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There was a moment of silence. I looked at my watch and being sarcastic, I told him I had a home to go to, and a family. As I got up, he did too. I paid for his free beers, and said goodnight. He said, Mister, I would like to show you my home. It’s only a few blocks away”. I thought for a moment and said ok, feeling sorry for the guy. As we got outside, I asked which way, and he pointed in the direction that I had to go. We walked a few blocks and turned another direction. Funny, the same way for me. We walked another couple of blocks and he started slowing down. I asked him what was wrong. He said we were getting close to the house, and he did not want her to see him as she would call the police. I was telling myself that this was just a coincidence that we lived on the same street. I asked him where he had lived, and he pointed and said over there. |
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I followed his arm, and followed it to my house. I told him he was crazy, that was my house. He just smiled and said, “Was”. I ran across the street, put my keys in the door and stopped. I started praying that my key would open the door. It did! As the door opened, I heard my wife tell the kids that Daddy was home. I knelt down and hugged them tightly. I stood up and embraced my wife, holding her close to me so that she could never get away, ever. I turned around, looked out the front door. Across the street in the shadows I could see the man smile, wave and walk away. |
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SONG: IF TOMORROW NEVER COMES |
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