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THIS LIFE

On one of those summer evenings when you wish a Tuesday were Friday, Dave was sitting in the garden of his modest home nursing a glass of wine and reminiscing events of the day which has not gone favorably the way he expected. If wishes were horses, Dave would have wanted the day to play back again, perhaps, he would have done a thing or two differently and would not be as sad as he was now. Whatever he was thinking was very deep that he did not hear nor notice that his phone was ringing. It took the barking of his dog Lemon to jolt him out of his thoughts, startled but relieved.