“I finally told Daryl about us,” he told Jaemila as they stood there watching the sun slowly descend over the horizon. They had just come from his friend, George’s flat where they were now having their trysts. Before taking her home, he decided that a drive up here would be a good idea. It was his favorite spot. He would park his car and watch the magnificent sunsets. He used to come here after Faye died.
Jaemila glanced up at him. “You did?” she exclaimed. “What did he say?”
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