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I concentrated on the puck sliding down the ice, perfectly aligned with my stick. I was counting on scoring to the millimetre. I had just calculated it. But suddenly I saw him. He was sitting in the first row to the left of the goal, wearing a big puffer jacket and a big furry scarf. He was always smiling. As he was looking straight at me, the moment our eyes locked, I lost control of my hockey stick. The puck went wherever it wanted, and I seemed to be somewhere, where I couldn't hear my teammates yelling at me for messing up, or the other team cheering. I found myself somewhere where it was just me and him. Yeah.. just me and him..

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