Greg gazed across the ice-covered river at the winter carnival.
“Heard you and Bev split up. Again,” Russ said.
“Yeah. This time for good.”
“That bad, huh?”
Greg nodded. “One minute I’m at the top of the world, enjoying the view and the next down in the dirt. Round and round…”
“You guys did have fun,” Russ said.
“What a ride, right? But I’m done.”
Greg answered his cell without thinking, “Yes? Hi Bev. You’re at the Carnival? Meet you at the Ferris wheel? Sure, I’ll be there in five minutes.”
Russ laughed. “Back on the ride. Enjoy the view…”
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