Seventy First

He walked by her door for the third time that day. Not by design, for he had to.

She was leaving as he was passing.

“Hello.”

“Hi,” he muttered.

“It’s been a while,” she said.

“I suppose.”

“How are you?”

“Fine.”

She smiled, that same smile.

He nodded and walked on.

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