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As I walk down the street alone, of course. I see you, a short, beautiful, golden haired girl. I couldn't help but stare. Once you made eye contact with me, I immediately look away. I think to myself 'she just saw me, she just saw me.' I continued to walk home, as always. As I eat dinner, I think about you. As I climb in my bed, I think about you.

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