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October 1, 2001
I don’t think we’ve ever held hands before. The thought didn’t occur until much later after our moment on Monday morning. In fact, an hour later. In the car, window rolled down, and Collin Raye full blast on the radio.

The station won’t stop playing that song.

For the time being I don’t mind the heavy rotation. But in a week or two, I’ll punch the preset button when it comes on. Time is strange. Two and half years since our first introduction. Two from when I actually noticed you. And one year ago, we’re silently infatuated with each other.