The rain is falling as she walks down the street; the icy droplets make sounds as they fall to the ground, and you were discreetly glancing at her umbrella as you two passed each other. You want to reach out for her, but you're afraid she'll behave chilly since she doesn't remember you. But then she says, "Uhmm, I'm sorry..." Why am I feeling nostalgic...? Have we met?
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