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November 24, 2013
I hear knocks. I head for the door, open it, and see Matt on my porch. Matt. “Hi, I’m Dave.” Dave. He smiles at me and extends a hand, then, “I was wondering if you could lend me your garden hose?”

“Dave,” I managed to say.

“Yes, I’m Dave, what’s your name?” He has a dimple on his left cheek.

“Your name is Dave,” I say again, it was as if I was outside my body.

He smiles, asks, “What’s your name?”

“May.”

“Hi, May.” His smile is destroying me. I can’t move.