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Every Friday was the same, she would come running in from work and act like there was no way she was going to have enough time to get ready before her date to pick her up. She was always done with more than enough time, but then complained about why her date hadn't picked her up yet. She was crazy, but I loved her anyway.
“So who is it tonight?” I asked.
“Andrew Bentley from the football team,” she said wistfully. Then in true Emily style, changed topics. “How did your afternoon go with Caleb?”
“Interesting, that is the only word I have,” I replied with a frown.
She stopped in her tracks and turned to look at me. “Elaborate, please.”
Slowly she walked over, sat on the couch and I told her what happened with Caleb in the library.
“You mean to tell me he almost kissed you in the library. Have you guys ever even spoken before yesterday?” she asked.
“No, but worse than that he seemed so sad about whatever happened, and then told me that I reminded him of that person. The only thing I can think of is that he had some kind of bad break up before he left for school, but he wouldn't say”
“Angie, you should know more than anyone that people can have awful things happen to them, things they would prefer not to talk about.”
“I know, but I can’t get that feeling out of my head.”
“What feeling, sweetie?” she asked tilting her head.
“That electric feeling I feel anytime we touch."
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