I was almost seventeen when I first met her. I’d seen her exactly one time before, walking out the front door of Wilkin’s at the end of her shift, just as I was walking in. We passed each other without so much as a nod the other existed. Yet there we were, half an hour after officially meeting, and I couldn’t stop saying stupid things. I spoke to her feet, staring at a wad of gum smashed onto the asphalt, mortified.
Day 1 - Jordan
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