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He volunteered to bring me to my home. Insisted even when I said no. In the end I entered his car and we were on the way to myself. The sun was still up when we exited the restaurant. Although signs of the coming sunset was upon us. The ride was silent. But comfortable. There wasn’t any tension. And it was like we were enjoying each other’s presence the the silence. I stare at the buildings passing by through the window of the car. We weren’t able to finish the food. Obviously. So he decided to wrap them up. And then he gave them to me. I refused at first but again, he insisted I take them. Something about his fridge being full. It wasn’t late yet. Maybe around seven. Eventually my house comes into view. “Is this where you live?” “Yup.” He nods his head and brings the car to
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