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I WAS BORED. MY WEEKEND WAS boring because Peter wasn't there to hangout with me. He was busy over something, was what he said.
I was looking forward this afternoon with Art. I texted him to meet him at the library yesterday but my intention was different. Maybe I'll ask him to hangout with me after. I'm just hoping he doesn't have something else to do for the rest of the day.
I went out of the house one in the afternoon off to the library. I was turning my head, searching inside the library for Art. He wasn't there. Someone was sitting at our usual table, but his back was familiar as I walked closer.
"Art?" I called, unsure when I approached the man. I was surprised when he turned his head facing me. The grip on the bag I'm holding loosen for I don't know the
