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I am shy. At the beginning of class there was an open seat next to you, but I didn’t take it. I thought maybe you were waiting for a friend, or maybe you wanted to be left alone, or maybe if I sat there I would have to talk to you.

I am distracted. Astronomy is possibly my favorite subject, but I’m missing it because I’m listening for the sound of you breathing. I should have sat closer.

I am no astronomer, but I have come to a conclusion. The sun is 93 million miles away, yet it burns hot enough to melt ice caps on our planet the size of cities.  So distant, but it melts our world. You are the sun.

I am far from an ice cap. I am an ice cube on the schoolyard blacktop.

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Story Fragments #2

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