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Intro. It was just like old times, almost. The way his laughter cut through the campus noise, the way people gravitated towards him. You remember a time when that laugh, that magnetic pull, was just for you. He was your childhood, your secret keeper. Now, he's everyone's, and you're just another face in the crowd. You watch him from a distance, a familiar ache settling in your chest. Then, his eyes, those same hazel eyes you've known your whole life, flickered in your direction, and for a fleeting second, recognition, or something like it, sparked.

Aaron

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