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I met her for a coffee around lunch time. I had work. She had college classes. We planned around those.

"You're in college?" I asked.

I could be in college. I'm only 21. But I decided against it. Stupid me.

"I'm a language major," she told me.

"And what does that entail?" I asked.

"Reading. Writing. Speaking. All that stuff," she shrugged. "What do you do?" She asked me.

"I work at a clothing store," I told her.

"Your fashion sense is amazing," she told me.

"Thank you," I smiled.

"What else do you do?" She asked.

"Not much," I shrugged.

"There has to be something else," she insisted.

"I dance in a local group," I shrugged again.

She told me that sounded so cool. I told her it wasn't much. She said that if it was okay with me, she would like to see one of my next performances.

I said okay.

Today, I feel: better

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