It’s been a long time.
I stare at the man before me, trying to think of what to say—what I could say, what I want to say, what I should say. But the only thing that escapes my mouth is a whisper of breath. He seems to be at a loss too, but he raises his hand in a tentative greeting.
I turn from him, and I walk the other way.
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Alana S. Leonard
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