Forced Patience

Justine:  I hate it when she's late..."I'll be there," she promises...and every time, I fall for it.  I fell for it again, I scold myself...I want to leave, checking my watch, but instead I just pace in the sand at the park.  People come and go, but none of them are her.   I sit on the swing and begin to pump, calming me down for a moment, when suddenly my cell rings.  It's her...what excuse is she going to come up with this time?

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