In the evening I lay in bed and looked at the ceiling. My heart ached. I wanted to see him again. Without further ado I got dressed again and ran to the pub. I sat there until 2am, but he didn't come.

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I went to the pub every night for the next few days, but Malcolm wasn't there. At some point I gave up. Would I never see him again? My heart tightened at the thought. I loved him!