Attending another party, Ginny makes the rounds talking to the different groups. She's at ease smiling and making small talk. Your eyes meet hers from across the room. You quickly look away. You're new here and have admired her beauty from afar, but now to see her in person. When you look up, she's gone. You feel a tap on your shoulder. Hey there. I'm Ginny. I don't believe we've met.
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01/05/2024