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May 18, 2004
So I'm talking to the woman behind the desk, and I see you out of the corner of my eye. I run onto the basketball court. I yell your name. You turn around. You say, "Hi." You turn back around. I keep walking toward you. You don't turn back around. I speak again. You acknowledge me shortly. I am hurt. I ask you some menial question to alleviate the awkwardness on my end. You answer (shortly, again). I am confused. I never could keep track of Wheeling people. When did you stop liking me, now? Let me get a pen.