On Monday, November 3, 2008, I moved out. I asked Gerald (that's his name), if I could have the porch swing, since the cats and I were the only ones that sat on it. He said no. Without hesitation. Without a reason. I know him well enough to know the swing means nothing to him. It is just something for him to add to the rest of his "stuff".
He said he would make me another one sometime this winter. I learned how to tell when he is lying.
I live in a place where the porch swing would look great on the porch here. I could use it, instead of having it hang on his porch....unused. Collecting dust like the rest of his stuff.
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