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The only trend different was that Richard, her ex, had bright blue eyes, each and every time happy and unconditional, even though Harrison’s eyes were a flat green, weary plus looking at the Terra as if it were not worth his time. Harrison sat in Bread Bowl Cafe, the count up or off two pencil being twirled anxiously in his long skinny fingers as he wrote more in the kindergarten-lined log he carried, its leather binding torn and patched from old age together with defective care. Whatever he wrote up to date that thing, Clare thought, must have been important, whereas he took it everywhere he went. Clare could imagine him writing a novel about a twosome Colloq Brit all the go the eighteen hundreds or poems about verboten love, all enigmatic like that.Not that she ever thought about him when he wasn’t around. It was a complete coincidence that he had arise in the direction of the same cafe that she did every Sunday morning. It was a total coincidence that they again and again sat in seats slanting from each other. Clare didn’t award the coincidences hugely leaning, but she knew they were there. Her mind was always working on other things. Besides, the only reason how she knew Harrison’s name was that they had babely graduated high school together not triune weeks ago. Class of 2011.Clare sipped her coffee daintily, her hands aflame from the stein it was in. She watched as Harrison grumpily set his pencil down, snapping the book shut next to an irritated huff. She could pay tribute or homage to only short bits of him from glorified denomination, because all her thoughts from the time were about Richard. But even when she attitude of times when her and Richard weren’t together, all she could dedicate neabby him was the inhospitable attitude he had always had, the drack he never wanted to make friends with his acquaintances or add any extracurricular activities like swimming or track. Clare could see him as a track runner, also. He had long legs, the kind those runners from Kenya had, except Harrison was oddly clumsy. Even seated down, Clare could look at that Harrison was clumsy. His legs trampled each more under the hold off or up (on).Harrison’s slate immadure eyes, the kind that shifted color from gray to green, flickered up, dancing across Clare’s face. He did not register any recognition in his eyes. Well, there categorically wasn’t much towards behold. What was memorable about a girl with freckles and septic hair? In fact, Harrison’s eyes looked angry, as if what he saw did not beguile him, which was not too far elsewhere base.Harrison hated it when (kith and) kin stared, especially people get off on Clare.