I thought I was over this -- then the sun in my eyes and glance at a bench. A stare at the person sitting there with his bike. Heart in my throat and strangling.
I sat down. I read. I fretted. I panicked. After ten minutes I talked myself into submission. Realization. Understanding.
After I felt better, I took another cautionary glance and realized that it wasn't him at all.
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