CUTE

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She looks like silk. Soft. Slipping through my fingers.

I have to say something. Her name comes first.

She startles. Drops her books.

We kneel to collect them. Our hands brush. It makes the next words easier.

"Can we start over?"

Her hand wraps around mine. "Nice to meet you."

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