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We used to glance across each other now and then, but there was nothing more.
No jolt.
No sweat.
No knots in my stomach.
The days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to a couple of months. That’s a long time once you picture the scene outside the world of literature.
Long, long ago seems so cute in a book, but an hour in a suffocating conference hall? Murder!
Without actually knowing it, I was attracted to this girl. I actually admired her, and her calm, comfortable, cool as a cat persona that she brought along for company every day. Could it be love?
And then, I started the staring game. I stared at her now and then, discreetly, but in a way she knew I was glancing at her. But no deal. She just wasn’t bothered.
Ouch! My ego was crushed.
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