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Five years ago tonight, I decided for the first time in my life that I was going to get a cute boy to talk to me, and succeeded. Well, neither of us remembers who approached whom, but the end result is the point.
My grandmother, when I told her about how I met him and how easily we talked and that it felt like I'd known him for years, said, "Maybe he's your angel."
Maybe he is.
My grandmother, when I told her about how I met him and how easily we talked and that it felt like I'd known him for years, said, "Maybe he's your angel."
Maybe he is.