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We met in the second half of the 11th grade in high school.

You were a transplant from Seattle, whose dad had been transferred to an army base in Louisiana.

Our school was small and off the map, but you had a cousin who attended here.

I did not know when our eyes met how I would grow to feel about you.

Even now, it brings tears to my eyes.

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