Date with destiny
Gabriel steps out of the cab, clutching the corner-store bouquet he'd bought at the last minute. Already, he regrets bringing the shabby flowers; Pru works in a funeral home, she sees them every day. Still, a romantic gesture feels appropriate, given what he's come to do. "Wish me luck," he says to the driver, who grunts something like agreement before pulling away. Gabriel steels his resolve. "Pru, I have feelings for you," he says to himself. "Pru, I would like to take you out. Pru, would you fancy a date with me? Pru, I love you." None of it sounds right. He ascends the steps and crosses the porch. A few night lights are on inside, but the mortuary is quiet. Should he have called first? It's too late now. He rings the bell, hearing it echo within the large house. "Pru, I think I'm right for you. Pru, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Pru, you're special to me." He rings the bell again without ans...
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