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July 2, 2006
His hair blows as he crosses the field in a town he knows but has never lived in.

He thinks of her. A constant distraction in his mind. With no other preoccupations, she is there.

He thinks of the time he told her no. She pressed her luck and kissed his lips. No refusal. Segue to the time they held each other, making a deep connection in a cold room. She made him cry, but barely on the outside. Interrupted by a knock. ‘Please no farther.'

The walk isn't long enough. The coffee shop is a welcome distraction from her.