The boy who rejected me came to my till today at work.
He bought two 4-litre jugs of 1% and a large tub of vanilla ice cream. His blue plaid shirt was stained with jam or ketchup - something red. He told me his summer isn't going well; he has to work every day, all day long. He looked older than I remember. He looked tired, but he looked good. There was a scruffiness around his mouth that wasn't there before.
It was weird to see him; it was awkward at first. But to be honest, it was nice to see him.
And I think we both feel relieved to know that the other is still alive.
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