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July 27, 2007
Cara is too stubborn to admit to herself she loves him—it’s all laughs, just making hours pass at work and besides, she’s leaving next month. But she is standing slightly obscured by a streetlight and staring at the corner she knows he’ll pass on his way to his bus, and even she cannot rationalize this as neutral behavior.

Last night Cara cried herself to sleep because she realized she’d be happier if she stayed here and let herself love him and she’d learn Spanish and he, English, and it’d be as beautiful as she knows it could be.