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That gargoyle could fall off and kill me.
I stare at the speaker. She is kidding right?
What gargoyle?
The one on the bank building.
You mean the bank up the block?
She nods her head.

We keep walking. I am leery of her now.
I would date that guy from the coffee shop, she says.
But he would probably break my heart.
What guy?
The cute guy.
If we go there can you point him out?
He probably won’t be there; he might have quit or something.

I am wondering why people at work think this girl is upbeat.
I am not seeing it yet.
That gargoyle she says, pointing.
I have to squint to see it.
Don’t let the sun get into your eye, she cautions me.
Your eye could get sun cancer.
I decide this will be the last time we get coffee together during break.

Bell on the coffee shop door rings as we enter.
It’s him! She says.
He politely takes our order.
That guy? I whisper.
She nods.
We start to find a chair.
He hates me, she says.

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