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She started to walk faster without realizing she was trying 
to catch up to him
At that moment she lessened her pace but didn't fall too
short of his steps
Right behind him she walked still with a dangerously close
distance
He had the Michael Phelps, limited edition head phones on
she bought him for his birthday just last year
He always liked to think of himself has the next Michael
Phelps
He could have been had he not doubted himself so much  
She knew he was listening to his own rap music that he
wrote
He was arrogant like that
He always liked to think of himself has a musical artist
He could have had he not doubted himself so much
Mildly, she hoped the song was about her and not the
disaster he's been seeing recently
This story would get more interesting if he had turned
around to notice her
Ultimately she knew he wouldn't
And he didn't. 
He walked out the door, and she, not far behind, did the
same
He ran through the rain to his car and she walked slowly
through the rain in the opposite direction to hers.
Posted: 2014-05-17 16:02:52 UTC

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