You are starting to get sick of this. That stupid boy, he's just... Everywhere. The store, the mall, the library, the bus stop. Anywhere in public you go, he always seems to be. Is it a coincidence? You don't know, but you're determined to figure it out. Those are the thoughts going through your head when you step out the door of the minimart, bumping right into someone taller than you. You look up nervously. "Heya." He says. His voice is smooth, like chocolate, but hoarse at the same time. You think he probably yells a lot. You turn red and look down. He steps back, waiting for you to go. You take off running.
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