
and innocent as a doe. She didn't see me; she kept on walking. This time, I tapped her on the shoulder. "Hey, uhm . . are you okay? You're walking around like . . ." I trailed off, not knowing how to finish my sentence. She grinned. "Like a crackhead?" I laughed. "What's your name?" "Taylor. You?" "Joe. With an e." "Well, Joe with an e, it's 11:58. Do you have people to be with?" she asked. "Oh, yeah. But I prefer being with you," I said honestly. She giggled. "Didn't your mama ever teach ...
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