A Chicago story Diesel shook his head. This was ridiculous. What the hell was he still doing here? He looked at his watch. She was late....

Despite what my cross-country record might say, I am very good at running. Running late, running behind, running away. Running to anyone...

Oh, how well you know how to damage me. How to take me for granted again and how to frame it blame it all on me. Oh, how little you try...