I met this man online. We hit it off; everything seemed great. I was actually excited to meet him. I walked in front of his car, and tried to open the passenger door. It was locked. Then, he drove away.
It’s not a big deal. This has happened to me before, and I know it’s because of my gait. How I walk. I walk fucked up because of a car crash years ago. I should have told him this; but, fuck it, I dodged a bullet.
Things We Forget 
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