Chapter Sixteen

The unopened bottle of red wine on my kitchen counter looked more tempting than ever. It had been a long day, despite the fact that I'd hardly gotten any actual work completed. All I wanted to do was to sit back, watch some television and drink some wine.

I left it on the counter.

“No wine today, friend. I'm saving you for something special,” I said to the empty room. I wondered if talking to a bottle of wine meant I was crazy.

“I suppose it's not any crazier than trying to talk to a man who doesn't seem to want anything to do with you,” I whispered, stepping over to the freezer.

My choices for dinner were frozen macaroni and cheese, pizza, or burritos. That was, unless, I actually wanted to cook something. However, that would have required motivation and a little hard work, neither of which I was willing to try to muster up in that moment. So I grabbed a frozen pizza and started up the oven so that it could preheat.

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