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01:19pm 29/11/2007
 
 
marymurple
Charlie finishes his coffee without seeing her. He closes his book and walks out of the cafe. He is a little disappointed, but not as much as he would have been if he had seen her and said nothing, again.

"Why do I torture myself like this?" He wonders aloud. "Every day, I'm in here waiting for her to see me and then nothing. I can't seem to open my mouth when she's around."

He walks about a block and sits down on a bench. He hasn't been sleeping well and can't focus on much during the day. He feels like he's in someone else's body. He can feel his fingers, but they do not feel as if they are the same ones he was born with.
 
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