*Grant*“Anna!” I call after my wife as she exits the building. She’s faster than I expected, especially in those shoes, and I find myself scurrying after her, bumping into people as I go. “Excuse me, excuse me,” I say as I rush after her, but then someone steps directly in my path, and every time I move, so does she.“Where are you going, Grant, baby?” Barbara purrs.“Barbara, move,” I say, trying to get around her. “Now’s not a good time.”“What? You don’t want to dance? It seems like we already are. I promise you, I’m a better dancer than that nasty wife of yours.” She smiles, showing off her perfectly straight white teeth–and if she wasn’t a woman, I’d punch her and break every single one of them.Taking her firmly by the shoulders, I move her aside. “Don’t you ever call my wife a name again!” I tell her as I rush after Anna.It seems like it takes forever for me to reach the door, whereas she was through it in an instant. I step outside, and a crisp evening breeze washes over m
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