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                                  I grabbed my stuff and my heels clicked on the floor. I was wondering, would he be thinking about me? He was extraordinary and I could foresee, no one could replace the place he had made in my heart overnight. I felt my face flaming. I needed to stop this. I was drowning in his thoughts. I tried very hard to keep myself from thinking about him the way he looked at me, ran his hand on my shoulder to down my arm. 

        I bent down to grab my phone. I heard something chiming. I was confused at first. It chimed again. 

        "Oh, it's the doorbell." I