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Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no.


He was right there. In front of my very eyes. I freaked out, as usual.

The lady I was helping stared at me, hesitated. 

I think I apologized. At least I found a book for her. I think.

I remember...

She did whisper, "Young love is beautiful."

It all comes back to me.

His face, the details. Everything.





If only I had the guts to talk to him.



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