She looked up
and I looked up
and we locked eyes
– for maybe two full seconds –
and then she went back to her book
and didn’t look up again.
And I thought: Fine.
I thought: Be that way.
She looked up
and I looked up
and we locked eyes
– for maybe two full seconds –
and then she went back to her book
and didn’t look up again.
And I thought: Fine.
I thought: Be that way.
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