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Harbors

(My roommate has become suspicious of my eating habits. To her, saltine crackers don't qualify as a meal.)

One day in Grade Eleven when I was feeling particularly down, your mum had you take me to the nearby harbor, as it always made me feel somewhat better.

"So, Kathleen, what's got you down?" You'd asked me.

"I'm fine."

"Sure, Kath. I know you better than you think." I scoffed. If you really knew me that well, you would have figured out why I was wearing such a big sweater, and baggy pants.

"If you say so."

We walked for hours, talking, before we encountered someone I thought I'd never see again.

"Kathleen? Is that you?" I turned around so I could see the person speaking.

"Rory?" He nodded, grinning.

"How have you been?"

"Fine. You?"

"Great. This is Justine, my girlfriend." I smiled at the petite blonde, who was the definition of beautiful. Do you remember her? You should, you were practically drooling over her.

We all fell into step together at that point, walking around as if we were old friends, when in reality, it was quite the opposite.

You and I left about an hour later. When we finally got home, to your place, you handed me your jacket to hang up, which I did, but not before noticing the slip if paper with a phone number and a name on it. Justine. Of course, I'd thought, you couldn't go a day without finding a girl to ogle, who cared if she was taken?

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