Meet Me At The Underpass

The other day going through the Scary Underpass, I saw a girl. I said, “Hey, you’re going through the scary underpass too!”  She said, “Yeah, I wouldn’t have come through if I didn’t see you coming, I’d have tried to cross the roundabout”.  It was midnight and we had both been pulling study-spells up on campus.  We exchanged names and course details, and went our merry ways.  Today I saw her again.  I said “Hey [name]! It is [name], right?”  And she said, “Oh, Becky! Hi!” And we had another short conversation about sleeping habits and study time.

Probably this is the most boring story ever.  I just think it’s funny how we meet people.

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