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The crisp autumn leaves crunched underfoot, as she made her way down main street. The perfect day, the perfect weather. She loved fall. Everything was new. It felt like a fresh start. A good place to begin again, leaving everything else in the hot summer.
How was he supposed to conceal this? Everytime he looked at her he just wanted to shout it out loud so she, and everybody in a two mile radius would hear. Jesus he was losing it. And all over one silly girl.
You could see the sparkling in her eyes as soon as she awoke. She went through her day, one mundane task after another. Yet she seemed to have a secret, something no one else knew and something she was enjoying immensely. Some super secret to life, or at least something worth getting out of bed for.
He pushed the food around his plate. Bland. As usual. Well not as usual, really. It had been bland for a while though. Everything in his life had been bland since she left. He sighed, got up from the table, and threw his uneaten dinner in the trash.
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