I've lived long enough to have a few ex-friends in my closet. Some of them have served a great purpose in my life while others were just bad choices. There was one, however, that haunts me still.
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I know the drill. I pretend to be incredibly busy checking voicemail in order to avoid glancing her way as I briskly walk by. For a few minutes after seeing her, my heart beats rapidly and my hand trembles.
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