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I've owned a tiny futon store in a small mall in the downtown area of a rather bantam city. This little hole in the wall had been my peaceful, get-away for nearly ten years. I rarely received attention from tourists, let alone the other business owners. I didn't bother anyone, and no one really bothered me. I kind of liked it like that. Then, of course, it had to change. Things always have a way …

…arms. I wanted to feel her eyes inside of mine. I wanted to kiss her cute little, soon-to-be tear stained nose and make her smile at me again. All these urges came bleeding out in a huge surge. But before I could kick my self-consciousness, James had scrambled to his feet and was chasing after her. He called out, "Sara! Wait!" I closed the store early that day so I could go home and cry.