The Camera Eye



I followed her quiet footsteps as she moved along the sidewalk, 
the light from the flourescent lamps bathing us in an ethereal 
amber glow. Rings glinted softly in her ears as she walked. I'd 
spotted her only moments before; a tall and dark-haired figure 
hurrying across the commons. Something about her had caught my 
eye. Maybe she would do.

She went inside the library. So did I. The camera bag at my side 
felt solid and reassuring; an anchor against the uncertainty of 
human contact. She sat down at the index computers. I hung back 
and studied her. Healthy figure, neither thick nor skinny. Black 
hair close-cropped and wild. Pierced nose. Geeky fashion sense. 
She was perfect. 

I waited for her near the exit, spending a handful of minutes 
scanning the bulletin boards on the wall. They were always the 
same; a chaotic paper jungle of ads for roommates, used books, 
blood donors, test subjects, and models. Somehow I still 
preferred the face-to-face method even though I wasn't very good 
at it.

She headed for the door. I moved quickly to intercept her. 

"Hello," I said. "Got a second?"

She gave me a glance of quick appraisal before slowing to talk. 
Her eyes were dark and inquisitive. Her face had the kind of 
quiet prettiness that grew more noticeable the longer you looked.

"Sure," she answered, focusing her full attention on me. 
Something immediately jammed between my brain and my vocal 
chords, and for a terrible moment I couldn't speak. She watched 
me curiously as I fumbled for words. 

"I'm a photographer," I managed, feeling like an idiot. "I'd like 
you to model for me." Direct and to the point. Bad.

Her eyes narrowed slightly but she didn't walk away. "Oh yeah? 
What kind of photographer?" 

Finally, the words started to come out. 

"I'm working on a project about individuality and self-image, you 
know, how people express themselves through their appearance. You 
have the exact look that I had in mind." As I spoke I tried my 
best to be charming. Disarming. Normal. I was clutching my camera 
bag with a viselike grip. 

"This is really for an art class?" She asked, a silver stud in 
her nose flashing as she glanced toward the door. "Nothing 
weird?"

"No, not at all. Just a photo layout of you in your own clothes. 
Natural poses. It will only take a half-hour at the most."

She chewed her lip and seemed to consider for a moment, then 
looked me in the eyes and asked the worst possible question. 

"Does it pay anything?"

"No," I answered. "But I can give you a custom portfolio with all 
the shots you like. Best I can do on a student budget." I smiled 
helplessly and shrugged. Honesty was the only thing I had going 
for me. 

She paused, then cracked a crooked little smile of her own. 
"Okay, sure. What the hell."

"Great!" I tried not to sound too surprised. "Um, when's good for 
you?"

"How about tomorrow," she answered. "Around six?" 

"That'd be fine. How about we meet here?"

She nodded, still wearing her quirky smile. "Okay."

"Oh, by the way, my name's Rick," I added, offering her my hand.

She took it and squeezed lightly. "Angela." 

"Nice to meet you, Angela." 

She released my hand and looked at me for a long moment. I 
wondered what she saw. "I have a class to get to," she said 
abruptly. "See you later."

"See you," I nodded. She walked through the door and disappeared 
into the night. 

On the way back home I got the nagging feeling that she wasn't 
going to show up. Maybe she wanted to string me along, or maybe 
she thought she was being nice by not just telling me to fuck 
off. Oh well. I'd still go. It wasn't like I had anything better 
to do. 

The next day was gloomy and overcast. I tried to gather up the 
nerve to approach someone else, but it just wasn't happening. 
Talking to women always made me twitchy. I think it was from all 
the merciless teasing I'd gotten back in middle school. A gang of 
cute girls in my class had gotten their kicks out of humiliating 
the boys, and they'd seemed to have it in for me especially. I 
wasn't half as shy as I used to be, but speaking to an attractive 
woman still made my stomach twist into knots. 

After my morning classes I spent a few hours walking around 
campus. I watched people act and interact; each the center of 
their own little universe. Most had enough gravity to pull others 
in. Some pushed them away. I seemed to neither repulse nor 
attract; I was completely and horribly inert. 

I went to the library at six o'clock, hoping I was wrong. At six-
thirty I was still standing alone. Rain began to fall in a misty 
drizzle. It felt appropriate somehow. When the gray sky gave way 
to black, I turned and headed home. The falling moisture had 
turned the roads into mirrors. Every streetlamp and traffic light 
was reflected clearly in the shining surface, but whenever I 
focused on one and walked toward it, it seemed to disappear just 
as it came within reach. 

Thursday. The end of my school week. The sky was full of rain and 
the students seemed subdued as they milled from class to class. 
Everything had turned to shades of black and grey. It occurred to 
me that my life was turning into some exceptionally dull film 
noir movie. I supposed I was the hero. I had the squarish jaw for 
it, but not the attitude. Shitty casting. Nobody would want to 
see a film without a heroine either. I knew that I sure wouldn't. 
The rain let up and I ate my lunch outside. I was scribbling 
lines of my life's hypothetical screenplay into a sketchbook and 
pretending to be artistic when a shadow appeared in the corner of 
my eye. It came closer. To my surprise the black lines and gray 
surfaces came together in the form of Angela.

"Hi." She smiled apologetically. "I'm really sorry I didn't make 
it yesterday. I had to rewrite a paper for my Ethnic Studies 
class." She was wearing a small pair of oval plastic-rimmed 
glasses. She looked unbearably cute in them.

"Not a big deal," I replied, smiling back. I was suddenly and 
distinctly aware of my pulse. "Are you still interested?"

"Yeah," she answered, her eyes flitting down over my sketchbook 
for a moment. "How about tonight at five?"

"Can you make that five-thirty?" Cute or not, I was struggling 
enough in statistics already.

"Sure. Do I need any special clothes or anything?" She asked.

"No," I said looking at what she was wearing. She had on a dark 
brown turtleneck sweater with blue jeans and a pair of heavily 
scuffed Docs. She didn't seem to be wearing a bra. "This outfit's 
perfect," I told her.

She smiled. "Okay then, five-thirty at the library." With a 
little wave she walked away. I sat there wondering if the little 
tingle on the back of my neck meant that things were looking up, 
or that a natural disaster was coming. Maybe it was both. 

I was at the library forty-five seconds after my class ended. She 
was already there waiting. I was nervous. I'd found a likely deal 
breaker in the form of booked-up studios at the art department. 
Angela looked at me with an unreadable expression as I explained 
it to her, then I threw out the only alternative I had. Hopefully 
it wouldn't sound like too much of a line.

"Well, I do have a studio at my apartment, but if you don't feel 
safe going to some art weirdo's place, I won't take it 
personally," I said. "I can reserve time here for early next 
week."

"I don't mind," she replied after a moment's hesitation. "Your 
place is fine."

I expected an earthquake or hail of frogs to hit at any moment. 
"Alright then, this way." 

We talked a bit on the short walk. Angela told me that she was a 
CS major and that she grew up in Seattle before moving down here 
to California, though the current weather made her feel like she 
was back home. She'd moved here mainly to be with her high school 
crush, but they'd since broken up. Shattered and burned were the 
exact words she used. I got the impression that she was pretty 
bright. She seemed a little weird too, in a good way. She told me 
that she'd modeled a few times for a friend, but this was the 
first time she'd done it for anyone else. 

I ushered her inside my apartment, showing her around a little 
before taking her to the 'studio.' It was nothing more than the 
small second bedroom set up with lights and a backdrop. I'd never 
even used it before. It had a sofa and a couple of chairs, and I 
told Angela to have a seat while I got my tools ready. She sat 
down and thumbed through an old portfolio of mine while I set up 
my camera and angled the lights.

"Wow," she said, coming to the small section of nudes. "Did all 
these girls pose for you?"

"Not exactly, they were models hired by the art department. 
You're actually the first person to grace my humble studio."

She smiled. "I feel honored." 

An awkward silence fell.

"Everything's set," I announced, eager to get things rolling and 
break the tension. "Just stand in front of the backdrop and we'll 
see how the camera likes you." She got up and took position, 
looking at me with a slight smile as I focused in on her. I'd 
decided to start with black and white since it would give the 
most contrast with her clothes and hair. Plus it just seemed 
right.

"Try crossing your arms and looking casually at the camera." She 
did. "Good," I said taking a few shots of her.  "Now look off to 
the side like someone just called your name." I took a few more 
pictures.

"Alright, look back at the camera and get mad. It's the bully 
that used to pull your hair and put lizards down your shirt in 
grade school." She flashed a smile, then glared and looked 
genuinely mean. 

"Perfect!" I was starting to enjoy this. "Now its that guy you've 
always liked, only cuter. See if you can make him melt." She 
softened her expression and looked at me with such an intense 
gaze that my heart started to pound. To top it off, she stuck out 
her pierced tongue and curled it at me.

"Awesome," I said, swallowing hard. After several more shots I 
asked her to try a rock star pose. She put her hands on her hips 
and lifted her chin, looking at me almost arrogantly. She was 
doing great.

"Very good," I said, clicking away. "Just do whatever you feel 
like. Whatever comes naturally." Angela lifted her arms and slid 
her fingers through her hair while lowering her chin and looking 
sexily at the camera. Then she slowly spun around, seeming to 
intentionally show off her well-rounded ass. I was getting more 
than a little aroused, and the gawkiness I'd managed to shrug off 
behind the camera was returning even as Angela settled down into 
some less provocative poses. I reminded myself that I had a 
project to do.

"Do you have any tattoos?" I asked, trying to sound as 
professional as possible.

"Yeah," she answered with a grin. "One. But I don't know if I 
want to show it." It seemed like more of a tease than a stop, but 
I couldn't be sure. Interpreting flirty behavior had never been 
my strong point. 

"No pressure." I said, my curiosity quietly raging. Then another 
thought occurred to me. "You wouldn't happen to be pierced 
anywhere else, would you?"

She didn't say anything. She just pulled up her sweater a bit, 
revealing her white stomach and pierced bellybutton.

"Very nice," I commented honestly. It was a plain silver barbell 
stuck through the upper rim of her navel.  Her belly was softly 
rounded and firm looking. I took a few pictures to finish the 
set, then stopped to load a new roll of film.

"So, how do you like being a model?" I asked.

"It's not bad. More fun than I thought it'd be."

"It comes across in the pictures. They're going to rock." I 
finished reloading and looked at Angela, trying to keep a 
businesslike air. "You sure you don't want to show your tattoo?  
After all, its part of who you are." Of course, I broke into an 
embarrassed smile after the word 'sure'.

She seemed to waver for a moment. "Okay," she finally said. "You 
talked me into it."

She unhitched the top button of her jeans and lifted her shirt 
again. I felt my heart thud heavily in my chest as she turned and 
hiked her pants down enough to give a clear look at the elaborate 
tattoo drawn on her lower back. It looked like a round disc with 
a bunch of Mayan or Indian-style symbols on it. I could also see 
the upper crack of her butt. She held the pose as I took several 
shots.

"I like it," I commented, referring to both the tattoo and her 
backside. "Any special meaning?"

She turned around and settled her clothes back into place. 
"Thanks. I just liked the design. It was way cooler than most of 
that tribal and Asian crap." 

"I bet you get asked this all the time, but did it hurt?"

"A little yeah. But the piercings hurt more. Especially these." 
She grinned and pulled up her shirt, dispelling any doubt that 
she wasn't wearing a bra. She flashed her firmly rounded tits at 
me, the pair of silver rings in her pierced brown nipples shining 
brightly.  

"Wow," was all I could say. I didn't even think to take a 
picture.

"Sorry," she said, pulling her shirt down and looking slightly 
ashamed. "I don't usually flash strangers. It must be the 
lights." 

"Hmm," I said, feeling myself blush. "Maybe I should get more of 
them then. I won't complain if you have anything else you want to 
show off. Honest."  

She smiled at me, not seeming to notice the unsteady arousal in 
my voice; either that or she didn't mind it. I couldn't really be 
blamed under the conditions anyway. This was the first time a 
girl had ever flashed her tits at me, or her butt for that 
matter.

"Well," she said coyly, "there *is* one more I could show you." I 
went down a mental checklist of what I knew she had pierced 
already, and there weren't many options left. I swallowed hard 
again. 

"Really, what?"

Angela unbuttoned her pants all the way down and slowly lowered 
them to her mid-thighs. I stared in a state of mild shock as her 
dark triangle of closely trimmed pubic hair appeared. She spread 
her legs a short distance apart to reveal the delicate lips of 
her pussy and the captivating gleam of a clit ring. My pants 
suddenly felt much tighter. I remembered the camera this time and 
used up the last of the film on a gradually closer sequence of 
shots, which ended up with a few very enticing frames of her 
jeweled vulva. She turned her head to the side with an 
embarrassed smile and half-covered her face as the shutter 
clicked away.  

"Beautiful." I felt light-headed as I stood back from the camera. 
"If this is the lighting's fault, then every studio needs lights 
like these." Even to me my voice sounded husky, but she only 
giggled as I quickly rewound the film and popped a fresh roll in. 
"I bet that one hurt the most."

"It wasn't too bad actually," she answered, looking down at 
herself. "I just got the hood pierced. Some girls actually get 
their clits done, but that sounded a little too hardcore for me." 
She started to pull her pants up.

"You mind if I get some with your whole body?" I asked, 
immediately wincing at my choice of words. "I mean a few shots of 
all your piercings from the neck down. For the whole image." I 
tried to think before each word and sound as objective as 
possible, though this was quite possibly the most turned on I'd 
ever been. "You can lean back on a chair if you want."

"Sure." She followed my suggestion, sitting down in one of the 
wooden chairs before lowering her jeans again and raising her 
sweater. I angled the lights so they would cast better shadows 
over the curves of her body. She was reclining on the edge of the 
seat with her legs close together, the gently rising mound of her 
black-haired pussy outlined distinctly in the sidelong lighting. 
Her torso was slouched slightly with her sweater bunched up just 
above her breasts. Her nipples were hard, and her tits thrust out 
prominently above the smooth slope of her stomach. All of her 
piercings gleamed. Gorgeous. She was looking at me dead on from 
behind her glasses, her cheeks flushing a light pink color. She 
wasn't smiling anymore, but her eyes told me that she was 
enjoying this almost as much as I was. 

I snapped a dozen pictures before removing the camera from its 
tripod. I told myself it was just to get some odd-angle shots and 
not really because I wanted to get closer. After several shots at 
different angles I found myself on my knees about three feet away 
from her, my heart thumping in my chest. My eyes were level with 
her bellybutton, my camera acting as a flimsy barrier between us. 
I told myself that I should just be content with this and not 
test the limits of the universe any farther, but I was too caught 
up in the moment to listen. Camera forgotten, my eyes wandered 
downward over Angela's neatly groomed pubic hair to focus on the 
ring that circled through a delicate fold at the top of her slit. 
The slightly swollen lips that vanished down between her thighs 
were like a mystery waiting to be explored; one that promised an 
answer to all the questions I'd ever asked in all my nights 
alone.

I glanced up and saw that she was watching me, her chest rising 
and falling rapidly. Feeling suddenly bold, I moved up close with 
my face beside her right hip. I could smell her arousal now. It 
was a clean and earthy scent that was pure sex and nothing else. 
On a whim I leaned over and exhaled slowly, breathing a low gust 
of warm air over her crotch. She gasped and her hips gave a 
little twitch, causing the chair to creak. My head swimming, I 
did it again, taking an even deeper breath and releasing it over 
her pussy. She shuddered and gasped again, her legs drifting a 
few inches apart. Her jeans had slid down around her knees. 

"If you keep doing that I'll have to smother you," she said, her 
voice sounding low and slightly thick. She was looking down at me 
with a very intent expression. My pulse pounded in my ears. 
Setting my camera down, I took another deep breath and slowly let 
it out over her vulva. I could see the muscles in her stomach 
tense up.

"Ahh fuck," she gasped, and true to her word, she hunched her 
hips upward and pushed herself against my face. I slid my hands 
under her ass and caught her almost instinctively as I kissed the 
warm lips of her pussy. I licked slowly over the top of her slit 
near her clitoris then dipped my tongue down between her folds. 
She tasted just like she smelled, with an edge of tartness that 
faded away the more I licked her. Her legs opened and I moved in 
between her thighs, feeling her fingers run down through my hair 
and over the back of my head. She whimpered as I locked my lips 
over her clit and tongued the ring in her hood, swirling it 
around with slow, steady movements.

"That feels so fucking good," she whispered breathily, 
rhythmically grinding her hips against my mouth. I kneaded the 
firm cheeks of her ass and licked her with more energy. Her pubic 
hair tickled my nose and the scent of her body filled my senses. 
I loved it. I moaned into her pussy, surrendering myself fully to 
the wet heat on my face and the firm flesh in my hands. Her gasps 
became louder, then in a few moments she let out a series of 
sharp moans as her body shivered against me. She was cumming on 
my face. I gripped her ass tightly as she humped her pussy at my 
tongue a few more times, then she suddenly relaxed and fell limp. 
I had to hold her steady so she wouldn't slip off the chair. She 
seemed a bit dazed, so I slid my arms under her body and gently 
carried her to the couch. She sighed as I lowered her down. I 
knelt in front of her and rubbed her thighs while she lay there 
looking up at me.

"You made me come really hard," she said candidly. 

I smiled, feeling proud and silly at the same time. "You deserved 
it for being such a great model."

"Yeah?" She smiled wryly. "I bet you say that to all the girls." 

"Actually I don't," I answered, kissing her below her bellybutton 
as she started to stand. "I just didn't want to say 'it's because 
I really like you' and mess everything up." I got to my feet and 
gave her a hand as she pulled her pants up and smoothed out her 
sweater. 

"Well in that case, just shut your mouth, stand there, and look 
pretty." She grinned and dropped back on the edge of the couch, 
hooking her fingers through the belt loops of my jeans and 
pulling me in closer. She kept eye contact with me as she slowly 
undid my fly, sending a shiver of anticipation through my body 
with every touch. Her hands found me rock hard and straining, and 
she released my cock from its denim prison with an impish smile 
on her lips. She glanced down and studied it as she tugged on it 
gently, moving the taut skin back and forth over the shaft. 
Judging by her intent gaze I'd say that she liked what she saw. 
It wasn't huge, but my dick had a solid weight to it and curved 
slightly upward. She breathed on it like I'd done to her, making 
me shiver as the warm air blew teasingly over my cock. It was 
maddening and made me ache with the desire to feel something 
tight and warm close around it. I groaned as she breathed on me 
again. Then she leaned forward, looking up at me as she put her 
lips around the head and took it slowly into her mouth. 

The sensations of liquid warmth and pressure caused by someone 
sucking your cock are impossible to adequately put into words. 
All rational thought tends to disappear when it happens, and the 
only thing you can remember afterward is an intense melty feeling 
centered in your groin and spreading throughout your whole body. 
I was conscious only of Angela's head bobbing slowly on my cock. 
She took about two-thirds of me into her mouth with each motion, 
her fingers circling the base to hold it steady. I could feel her 
tongue at work, the rounded stud in it sliding around deliciously 
underneath the head. She closed her eyes and moaned softly around 
my cock as I ran my fingers through her short silky hair. It was 
amazingly soft and felt like something I could play with for 
hours, especially while watching those pretty lips of hers move 
up and down over my dick. I reached down with my free hand and 
slid it over the front of her sweater, feeling a perky breast 
nearly spring into my hand as she straightened her back in 
response. I held and squeezed it gently, feeling the ringed and 
erect nipple poke against my palm. She began sucking harder with 
a look of deep concentration on her face, her cheeks hollowing 
inward. It had been great before, but now it was incredible. I 
felt the end approaching quickly. 

"I'm gonna come," I breathed, and she only quickened her pace. I 
tensed up, groaning as I felt the pressure swell and build to the 
bursting point, then I exploded into Angela's mouth. It was so 
intense it was almost painful. Just as the pulses were subsiding, 
she suddenly choked and pulled away to spit a surprisingly large 
volume of cum out onto the floor. 

"You all right?" I asked, holding her shoulder and feeling guilty 
as she coughed a few times. I hadn't had an orgasm in a while and 
I should have warned her. Still, that had been a lot even for me. 

"Yeah," she answered, seeming to have cleared her windpipe. 
"Sorry. You kind of overwhelmed me." She wiped her mouth and 
scrunched her face up at me, looking embarrassed. "Did any come 
out my nose?" It was the kind of look that was so unintentionally 
cute as to be irresistible.

"Nope. Come here." I pulled her to her feet and kissed her on her 
wet lips. I slid my arms around her, still swaying a bit from my 
orgasm. She kissed me back, her tongue slippery and tasting of 
cum. I ran my fingers over the back of her neck and through her 
hair. Her lips pressed harder against mine, her hands moving down 
my spine and over my ass. My cock was rubbing on her sweater and 
pressing against her lower stomach. It was still fully hard, 
which wasn't too surprising since I hadn't been with a girl as 
hot as Angela in…well, ever. 

I turned and sat down slowly, pulling her along. She took her 
glasses off and straddled me as our lips merged again. We took 
turns sucking each other's lips and tongues, our hot breath 
mingling as we kissed soulfully on the couch. Angela was grinding 
herself against me, and I was so hard it hurt. 

"I want you bad, Rick," she breathed. She took one of her hands 
from around my neck to fumble in her front pocket, an expression 
of pure lust on her face. She pulled out a little square package 
and opened it, her lips still locked with mine. She unrolled the 
condom over my straining cock, then quickly stood to practically 
tear her shoes and pants off. I did the same, shoving my jeans 
down and hurl my shirt to the floor. As she kicked her panties 
free and regained her balance, I leaned forward and caught her by 
the hips, pressing my mouth against her pubes and kissing her 
with passionate affection. Angela pushed me back impatiently. She 
grasped my cock and straddled me again, sinking down on my lap 
with a groan. I felt the warm tightness of her pussy enfold me as 
I slid into her deeply on the first try. She immediately began to 
fuck me, humping her butt up and down urgently while her hands 
climbed up over my shoulders to pull me in for a kiss. She was 
more turned on than I'd ever seen a woman get before. It added 
fuel to my own fire, stoking my passion higher and higher. I 
moved my hips up to meet her while I sucked and nibbled gently on 
her bottom lip. Sliding my hands up under her sweater, I seized 
her tits and squeezed them firmly, pinching and rolling her 
ringed nipples between my fingers. She moaned and stopped on the 
next downstroke, her pelvis resting snugly against me with my 
cock buried completely inside her. She looked into my eyes for a 
moment, then I felt a sudden squeeze as her pussy contracted 
tightly around me. It felt incredible. She repeated it several 
times, gripping and releasing my cock as she watched the reaction 
on my face. 

"Jesus Christ," I groaned, reaching around beneath her sweater to 
hold her by the shoulders. She smiled, then slowly started moving 
again. Before she could pick up the pace, I swung her body to the 
side and turned her around so that she was underneath me on the 
couch. She instantly locked her legs around me and pulled me 
forward, groaning as I buried myself in her again with one smooth 
thrust. The only thing on my mind was an overwhelming desire to 
fuck this incredible girl senseless. 

She dug her fingers into the sofa cushion behind her head as I 
began pumping her with long, deliberate strokes. She looked up at 
me through half-closed eyes and moaned, knitting her brows and 
biting her lower lip. I framed her face with my hands and fucked 
her harder, stroking my thumbs over her lips. She sucked at one 
for moment before suddenly arching her back and moaning loudly, 
her hands coming up to grip my shoulders with surprising 
strength. I looked into her eyes as she came, watching her lose 
focus on me as the shudders wracked her body. The expression on 
her face as she orgasmed was the most beautiful thing I'd ever 
seen. I slowed my motions, then stopped as she closed her eyelids 
tightly and the shivers in her body subsided. I gently pulled out 
of her, the condom glistening wetly. It looked wrinkled and 
abused. She lay there for a minute with her eyes closed, her 
chest heaving. Her breathing slowed as I stroked her hair, then 
her eyes flickered open and she looked up at me with a dreamy 
looking smile. I smiled back and kissed her lightly on the lips. 
She looked like she'd had enough. I slid off of her and gave her 
a hand up. I think neither of us wanted to spoil the moment by 
saying anything. 

We got dressed quickly. Angela gathered up her bookbag, and 
giving me a wave, she left. I watched her walk away, noticing the 
drizzle was starting again. She'd just gone out of sight around 
the corner when I realized that I'd forgotten to ask for her 
number. I hesitated for a second, then ran after her and caught 
her just before she crossed the street. Somehow our universes had 
collided, now I had to see if they would fall into orbit around 
each other or rebound and fly off in different directions.

"Hey Angela."

"Hey," she said, turning and smiling slightly.

I suddenly felt awkward again. "Could I get your number? For when 
the pictures are ready, I mean."	

"Oh yeah. Sure." She dug a pen out of her bag, then took my hand 
and wrote the digits on my palm. She gave my hand a lingering 
squeeze before letting it go. She pulled back, looking a bit 
awkward herself. "Okay, see you around, Rick." 

"See you," I answered. She turned and walked away. It was raining 
by the time I got back to my door.


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