The Book

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One day, you were reading a book and not just any book but my favorite book. I knew that was the perfect time to talk to you. I introduced myself and sat beside you. We talked for a while until you glanced at the clock on the wall. You panicked when you saw the time. You quickly said goodbye and rushed out. I sat there loathing myself for not getting your number.

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