http://slow.writerscafe.org/iamtheroscoe The original writings of author roscoe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776217340 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamtheroscoe/1362656/ "Rose?""Chris, yes, hello. Hmmm"It was late, but given the circumstances and my bad luck of late, I felt there was no sense in waiting until the next day. It was 11:45pm."Rose, would you mind if I came back over?" "No, not at all, please. How did things with Katie go?' She sounded smug, or perh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamtheroscoe/1324969/ Chris misses his opportunity with Katie, but Rose is finally free from Justin. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamtheroscoe/1324962/ The silence was awkward, once I placed the phone back down on the table. Katie looked indifferent, as she took the seat across from me."Who was that?" she asked, though she knew full well who it was I had been talking to. I looked her square in the face, and answered:"Just a friend.""Oh? Didn't soun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamtheroscoe/1322088/ "Chris, I'm sorry you had to leave. If I had known in advance that you were coming over, I would have cancelled my plans. I had company.""Yeah, I figured that out. How is Justin?""He's a friend, Chris, but he's not you. You shouldn't feel threatened by him," she started."I'm not.""Good. Then why don.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamtheroscoe/1318987/ chris leaves rose's house. justin was there. he drives to a local coffeeshop, the local coffeeshop, and considers his options. 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Sort of funny looking, really, and it seemed to especially pale in comparison to the old Bronco II I had remembered her driving when I first met her. 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