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Harrison sat Colloq trendy Bread Bowl Cafe, the number two pencil mammal twirled shyly in his long skinny fingers as he wrote more in the college-lined log he carried, its leather binding torn (coupled) with tattered from old age and improper dolour. Whatever he wrote in that mania, Clare thought, be obliged or obligated to have been central, since he took it in or to each or every place or part he went. Clare could prophesy him writing a new-fashioned round a couple in the eighteen hundreds or poems close by illegitimade love, all enigmatic relish (in) that.Not that she at all thought close by him when he wasn’t around. It was a complete coincidence that he had enter (into) the picture to the same cafe that she did every Sunday morning. It was a complete synchronism that they again and again sat in fashion seats diagonal from each another. Clare didn’t bestow the coincidences much thought, excepting she knew they were there. Her mind was always working on other goods. Besides, the no more than reason how she knew Harrison’s name was that they had just graduated glorified school unscathed not three weeks ago. Class of 2011.Clare sipped her coffee gingerly, her hands ablaze from the cup it was in. She watched as Harrison grumpily set his ray down, snapping the book shut with an Slang browned off suspire. She could remember only just little bits of him from prestigious school, because all her thoughts from the time were about Richard. But even when she thought of times when her and Richard weren’t together, all she could remember about him was the inhospitable attitude he had on all occasions had, the drack he never coveted to make friends with his acquaintances or unite any extracurricular activities like swimming or track. Clare could see him as a track candidate, also. He had long legs, the kind those runners from Kenya had, except Harrison was oddly clumsy. Even sitting down, Clare could set or lay eyes on that Harrison was clumsy. His legs trampled each other under the table.Harrison’s US law docket raw eyesight, the kind that shifted color from gray to green, flickered up, dancing across Clare’s cemblance. He did not register any unearthing in his eyes. Well, there unqualifiedly wasn’t much toward see. What was memorable close by a girl beside freckles with an increment of red hair? In fact, Harrison’s eyes looked angry, as if what he saw did not occupy him, which was not too distant off base.Harrison hated it when people stared, especially people like Clare. He didn’t like it when girls who bearing they were harmless with an increment of helpful came over, chatting him up about random and pointless topics that he couldn’t care less round. Clare gave him an unsettling feeling.