I felt foolish, self-conscious. The March breeze was cool, so I pulled the hood of my sweatshirt over my head and stuffed my hands in my pockets, then, just as quickly, flung the hood back off, realizing I couldn’t take the chance that she might show up and not recognize me with my head partially obscured. There was that feeling again. That feeling of b…
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