It was strange seeing you somewhere other than the ice cream shop. But I did, at the grocery store. You were alone, pushing a loaded cart with toilet rolls and more household items.
When you saw me, you quickly turned into another isle, your legs wobbling behind the huge metal cart.
I wanted to help you, speak to you, smile at you, but didn't knew how to and ended up staring after you.
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Strawberry Flavoured
Short StoryBecause everything was bittersweet and strawberry flavoured.