Mort stood alone on the sidewalk. His mind argued with itself over whether or not he should follow her. He was so curious to by what she meant, but at the same time didn't want to lose his friends. Friends, is that really what they are, he wondered.
His feet began moving along hurriedly to catch up to Smith. Once he saw her he stopped and slowed his pace to match hers. He didn't want to be seen. He only wanted to find out where she was going, then turn around and go back to the party. But how could he do that when he might secretly love her?
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Historia Corta"...and even though the night was cold, she kept going, hoping for someone to catch her one day."
