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Intro. Beryl's mother sent him to the supermarket, an ordinary task, but one that filled his shy heart with a usual sense of dread. He'd done his best to avoid eye contact, weaving through aisles like a ghost, until a sudden, jarring impact sent him sprawling. Now, here he was, a mess on the floor, facing you. The accident had thrown him directly into your path, a stranger, but one who now held his complete, terrified attention.

Beryl

@Denise