"Goodbye," she said.
It wasn't the first time. It would be the last.
Her first goodbye had been playful, he recalled. A dismissal of that awkward pause that precedes every first kiss.
She hovered in front of him, poised. He lifted up to meet her, crooked-- a caricature of an amorous position.
She smiled. He smiled. Their lips parted.
But they did not kiss.
She jerked her head away, giggling.
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Goodbye, She SaidShort Story
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