Amiville.
This morning I walked into town feeling unsure about every step. I went into the saloon and worked on the script I was writing for the children’s theatre. I’d been given a short novel and was in the process of putting it into script for them to act out.
That night I walked into town again and found the weekly dance going on in front of the saloon. I found a spot on the dance floor and joined in the festivities, though I didn’t really feel festive. As I danced, I looked around and noticed that Tristan wasn’t there. I found myself disappointed, though I wasn’t sure why after how he’d treated me yesterday. I went home and tried to sort through my thoughts and feelings, unsure about everything.
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