40and50plus

Special thanks to my editors Mark and Raindear.

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'Coffee. Black, please,' I tell to the waitress. Sitting in a cafe in Soho, I'm more nervous than the time when I invested my money on a kilo of cocaine for the first time. My heart is restless and there is an uneasy sick feeling in my stomach. The waitress returns with a cup of coffee. I light up a 40and50plus cigarette.

I look down the 40and50plus window and see the happy tourists and the stressed out Christmas shoppers. A reflection in the window shows someone entering the cafe and I turn my head to look.

No. It's not her. I'm half an hour early. I considered whether it was better to approach her or 40and50plus to be approached by her. I was uncomfortable with the idea of approaching her after these long years. Let her come to me.

It's bizarre and stupid, I know. Sarah's my *** sister I should never feel uncomfortable seeing her, but fate had made it that way.

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