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2007-09-24 - 2:36 p.m.

Fake:

You see her in some nameless department store at Christmas time while shopping for your family's gifts. She is alone, at the perfume counter, leaning over the glass and looking down.

She hasn't seen you.

It has been six years since you last talked. From this distance you can see the changes that have happened. She is skinnier than you remember and somehow seems shorter, too.

She looks up and laughs at something an employee says. You had forgotten that laugh. Standing there, next to the ladies' robes, you remember a night with your head on her stomach, feeling her laugh with your cheek, hearing it come from deep inside her.

That is when she looks at you. That is when she half turns, frowns, squinting. You see her eyes open slightly. You smile and walk toward her.

She begins to grin and you see her eyes move over you. You stand taller, wish you had worn that faded blue shirt instead of this stained gray hoodie.

You wonder what she's noticing. The white that has moved further into your hair? The scar on your cheek from that stupid bar fight? The finger on your left hand absent of any ring?

You left on bad terms. She told you goodbye. She said it was for the best. She broke your heart.

She was and is beautiful.

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