You walk out of the convenience store; the sliding doors beeped as you left, your shoes thudding lightly against the sidewalk as you start the walk back to your house. The plastic bag you hold in your hand crinkles slightly, the snacks held inside were your mission, while I follow behind, god I didn’t know how much longer I could pretend to browse the candy isles. I spiral into my thoughts, not realizing you had stopped, so I ended up waking directly into your back.
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