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Centripetal well. It was just as brief as the first time, but there she was, even more beautiful than I remembered. This time, however, I made sure I was more observant. I noticed she wore close to the same outfit she had the day before: black pants and a white buttoned blouse, which had a name tag pinned below her left shoulder. The name Abigail was written across it in bold, black lettering. “Abigail,” I said silently to myself, happy to now have a name to go with her face. I assumed she was either on her way to or headed home from work; she was definitely dressed for it. Then, once again, she was gone, and I was left to wallow in my grief, wishing once again she would come back. But I had the feeling I didn’t have to worry. Common sense told me she would be; it seemed this route would be part of her routine. This new idea, of having something to look forward to each day, twisted my lips into a strange shape. I hadn’t smiled in so long. I wasn’t entirely sure I had lips to smile with. But I imagined I was, which made the grin in my thoughts grow even wider. Usually Abigail just passed by, mostly by herself, but sometimes with a friend at her side. Every now and then I would catch a part of her conversation. I discovered she was working, at her first job, in fact, in a convenience store only three blocks away. There were some days when she didn’t work, but this only made the days she did pass by all the more meaningful. I’m not sure how long exactly, but sometime after I first saw her, there came a day when I got to see her for much longer than was usual. She was with another girl, one I had seen before, and they stopped at the edge of the sidewalk. Abigail laughed as she looked both ways down the street; it was such an honest, heartfelt laugh. “But seriously, Abi,” her friend said, her tone becoming less amused. “Why not?” “I don’t know,” Abigail responded, shrugging her shoulders indifferently. “I just don’t know.” A car honked as it slowed to a stop, getting their attention. They hurried along, waving at the man who had been nice enough to let them cross the busy street. Entering a café on the opposite side of the road, I could see Abi take off her coat. I hadn’t even noticed she was wearing one. It must have been cold that day, something I was unable to feel. Finding seats in a booth by the front window, the two settled in. Leaning against the brick wall, just inches from the sidewalk,

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Centripetal Volume 12 Issue 1  

Volume 12 Issue 1--Fall 2010

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