I called it.
He’s not coming on Saturday.
Says there’s some delay to the business he’s working on, & he has to finish it before he can get away to cone see me.
And here I stand, once again, in such a familiar place.
I fucking knew it.
Why do I try?
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I called it.
He’s not coming on Saturday.
Says there’s some delay to the business he’s working on, & he has to finish it before he can get away to cone see me.
And here I stand, once again, in such a familiar place.
I fucking knew it.
Why do I try?
Brea's Air 
I’m sorry 😣