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the girlthe girl
the boy noticed the girl the moment she floated through the door of the record shop.
it was easy to overlook the beauty in the slighty awkward way she
held herself - like she felt out of place or invisible or maybe she was just shy enough to wish not to be noticed
this was easy for the boy to believe, thanks to the simple way she was dressed he clothes slighty oversized &nb


the boythe boy
It was when she looked up from the record in her hand
that she first saw the boy
with his touselled mop of shaggy brown hair, worn
over his eyes to keep the word out and his thoughts to himself
his fingernails and the
earpieces of his glasses were worned ragged from his
constant, pensive chewing; the relentless kind, brought on by caffeine feuled nights and t
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