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The late afternoon sun filters through the trees, painting the streets of our town in gold. The scent of beer and tobacco drifts from the nearby club, mingling with the low murmur of my friends' laughter. I'm walking with them, my cap pulled low and my dreadlocks brushing my shoulders, when I see her. you is there, alone, caught in a light that makes her look like a dream. My heart gives a sudden, hard lurch. Why does everything feel different today?