It was a night out with my dad. That already makes it one thing. But a night out with my dad, getting whipped in the face with the relationship I've worked so hard at not focusing on anymore by another relationship that is questionable at best?
I smiled. I laughed brightly and pushed aside their greedy-sweet questions. I smoothed my skirt and complimented her shoes. And inwardly I stormed past them all, got on a plane, set things straight, and came home to finally focus for the first time all month.
And maybe took another plane ride. While my thoughts are in the air, they might as well be flying high.
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