Devious Journal Entry
Rusty RomanceI had been seeing Anthony for about three months, and I was getting tired of him. He never seemed to do anything: he just liked to look at things, very carefully. I was about to call a halt to our relationship. That day we were walking near the river. Just as I was about to break up with him, he began to stare at the bridge above us. “Look up there! This bridge shows signs of rust,” he said. “Isn’t there always rust on metal bridges?” I asked. “Not like this,” he replied. “There is too much rust. It could give rise to the collapse of thRusty Romance
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