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Under the clear blue sky in early September, Martin sat alone on a bench in front of the art gallery, wearing a Dodgers baseball cap, patiently waiting for someone to come over.
A few minutes later, Lily, who had just finished her class, jumped down the steps of the art gallery.
She landed behind the bench and yelled at Martin, "Boo..."
Martin turned around and said, "How old are you to still play these games?"
Lily had her long hair tied into a simple ponytail at the back of her head and said, "It's no fun, I didn't scare you."
Martin got up, "I knew it was you by the sound of your running."
Lily's long eyebrows lifted in surprise, "It turns out you care so much about me."
As Martin walked toward the college entrance, he said, "I've known you since you were a little brat, always running and jumping around with your accent, likes and dislikes, and a mouth full of swear words. What about you don't I know?"
