I sat in my apartment and read. And read. It all seemed so clever. Do this. Say that. How can she not be into that line? It was funny as hell. It made me laugh, so why wouldn’t it make her laugh? I felt a jolt of energy. I can do this, I said to myself. I walked out the front door of my apartment and down into the street. A block later I came to a café. Peering through the window, I saw her. She was amazing. She sat reading in body-fitted clothing. This was my chance. But all of a sudden, something didn’t feel right. Everything didn’t feel right. A thousand excuses flooded my mind. My legs got
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