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She sat without help from anyone else at the bar of the café. Her main organization was a book. I veered up close to her, two stools separated, perhaps three, as easygoing as I could gather. I would statement what I said, yet my endeavor at a joke faltered out of me so ineffectively that I'm not even certain it seemed OK. She gazed toward me and there was a snapshot of quietness between us so abnormal, you might have wounded me in the crotch and I could not have possibly taken note.

 

Her face immediately went from disarray to disturb. My psyche hustled for a recuperation of some kind. Some kind of new, more smart joke to take a stab at my unique, semi-shrewd joke. Nothing came.

 

Before, I moped away in this present circumstance having humiliated myself once more. However, this time something in me snapped — or not snapped, yet rather, something surrendered itself. I murmured and said, "Please accept my apologies, I was attempting to be shrewd. I simply needed to say greetings."

 

The air facilitated between us a piece. Her nausea blurred and she gave me sort of a cordial smile, "It's alright. It was a decent attempt… I presume."

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