I met a boy on the street today. He wore a linen shirt, freshly pressed. No tie, top two buttons undone. His white undershirt could be seen underneath. He held his hands in his pockets. On his feet he wore flip flops. He nodded when I passed- acknowledged me. He smiled as he passed. I wore heels, small but there. The first outting. I turned as I passed him to look back, but he was already gone.
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