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  • A friend and I went Christmas shopping today for our families. We weren't really together shopping, more like I was supplying a ride and minor suggestions for her brother's gift. I say that for several reasons.

    We halted at a four way stop and I squinted to see the familiar face across the way, smiling in an unfamiliar car. I have terrible vision, even with the help of contacts or glasses thick as plastic-smoke. It was her, for the first time in months.

    We talked for maybe ten seconds. In that fraction of a minute, every moment came crashing through my mind, each one nearly falling out of my mouth onto the concrete. The crisp air through the window stole my words and I made a painfully lame joke, of course.

    She looked beautiful. She is beautiful.

    We said bye quickly, because there was an impatient Subaru breathing on her taillights. I drove away dazed and almost hit several cars in fewer seconds. "Are you okay?" my friend asked, almost immediately. "Yeah," I said, as I shoved every inkling of a tear back into the deepest part of my stomach.

    I am home now, typing this in my room, with eyes blurry from more than bad vision.
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