"Oi!" I heard someone say while I was contemplating whether to get a copy of Sputnik Sweetheart. It was you. I smiled and asked you how you were and told you I was with my mom. You looked okay. You looked the same.
I wonder if I'd be able to say a thing if this story were true. Are you okay? Do you look the same?
I don't like hanging around in that mall for long hours (except if it's Sunday). I'm afraid I'd bump into you.
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