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“You’re Steve?” she asked, “Charlotte’s talked about you for months.”
This was her mother with little Nicky, who ran around me, shouting “Hiya!”
Go away, I thought, I want to talk to Charlotte, not you. Anti-social, me.
“She’s running, she’ll be here soon.”
Nicky went in. Small talk then. Weather. Bored.

Charlotte ran up to us.. Sweat glistened her face and soaked the collar of her t-shirt. She was breathless, wide eyed and giggling. I had to reposition my rucksack to hide my obvious, and socially unacceptable, show of attraction.
“I was afraid I’d miss you,” she panted.

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    Richard Charles Davidson almost 5 years ago

    Good Job, Drew.
    Typo on the first line --> talked.

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    Drew Martyn almost 5 years ago

    Oh bum! Thanks Richard, just fixed it, cheers!

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    Horrorshow almost 5 years ago

    "I had to reposition my rucksack to hide my obvious, and socially unacceptable, show of attraction." - brilliant! :-D

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    Drew Martyn almost 5 years ago

    lol, thanks Horrorshow :)

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