In high school, the cry changed. It became a text message sent from a library cubicle while Leo practiced for varsity soccer. Wait for me? she’d ask, hoping for a ride home. He’d linger by his car in the parking lot, long after his teammates left, just to see her walk through the double doors.
As the years blurred, the playground changed. The blue paint was replaced by sleek steel, and their strides grew longer. Playmates: Wait For Me
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