Slurping on coffee, Mark re-phrased his earlier query. The mood seemed right. Ella was singing in the background “Why’d you come home with me, - and what happens next?” Melinda lifted herself up from the table, grabbed her bag and headed towards the door; her final words to Mark were a cryptic one-two punch: “I came home with you cos I could. I chose yo…
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