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Dear journal,
When I went to the dance studio to get tickets to my dance recital (which is by the way, tomorrow!) I saw this guy panting, sweaty and red, leaning on the handle bars of the stair case. It was really scary, because I've seen him before, and always saw him as the moody & angry type (but that's judging a book by its cover, which is not good). Anyway, I was making my way up the stairs when I saw him. I think I even stopped in my tracks, but I wasn't sure. I was going to ask to him if he was okay, but good thing his friend popped out from nowhere and said "Just walk it off, just walk it off..." and so, I tilted my head down as I passed him.
PS: Check out my new entry in the Arenas. It's my first short story there! It's entitled: Green Shirt. :]
Comment & rate please? Thanks!
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