Late
There you were. Your back was to me, but I would have recognized you anywhere. Something about the set of your shoulders, the texture of your hair, the shade of green you always wear. It all added up to you. The store was busy. Someone bumped into me from behind, apologized, and moved on. Even before spotting you, I had been distracted; groceries had taken too long, and I was late for myâŠ
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