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The day I met you.

That one fateful day.

We were bound to be friends.

The best of friends.

I was in the dance studio practicing a really hard dance move. The music was blasting loudly and sweat was dripping down my face. I was trying to do an elevator into a jumping spin. I needed it for a competition if I was going to outlast everyone else.

I had just fallen again when you walked in.

"Oh. Hello!"

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