Shift over! Catch that bus! Two telephone workers–one fresh in his twenties–on the job. My nineteen-year-old stomach flitters, my change falls, he picks up the rollers. Was that smile a signal? I think not and walk a mile of regret.
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This is the story of building a cottage , the people and the place. Its a reminder of hope and love.
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Oh those stomach flutters and regrets over missed opportunities…
I know them both so well! 🙂
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The kind of thing characters in books and movies get yelled at for. Lol. No! What are you doing! Say something you fool! Why are you walking away! Gah!
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Ah, damned be those what ifs……!
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Interesting – a couple of these are about regret this week – but very different stories!
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I am always surprised at all the interpretations…My favorites ate the ones I never considered. 🙂
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Yeah, those situations stay with you for a bit, and you get to think about them when you’re sitting at home on a Saturday with your cats. Not that that ever happened to me. *cough*
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Hahaha 🙂 It’s weird how some things stay in your memory like a vivid snapshot.
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Not catching the bus because of crossed signals, perhaps? Having been a bus rider without a car for a year – that would be the greatest regret!
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