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What a wonderful day. I was feeding the doves that were standing in front of the bench were I had been sitting on every day of the last 3 weeks. People usually would stare at me, I could never tell why.

Lost in my thoughts, I hadn't realized the other person sitting on the bench. A tall guy with red hair, a hair that looked really damaged like if he had dyed it too many times.

"How many times have you dyed your hair?" I asked still looking at him, he took a while to answer.

"This is the only time I've dyed it" He said, almost like if he was annoyed by my question.

"Are you sure? I mean, not to offend you, but it sure looks like you've dyed it before" I didn't believe him one bit. I was pretty sure he had dyed it before.

Silence.

I decided to look away, turning my whole body to the front, watching the doves.

"I'm John, I'm 20" he said. I was surprised that he had introduced himself.

"Sonia, I'm 17" I said and reached my hand towards him so we could shake hands, but he just stood and went away.

What a guy.

Hi!! So I was thinking this was a good idea. 
I hope you stay and want to read more because I'll gladly write more.
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