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helenicIt's strange how when you see an old friend you don't even notice what they're wearing; your eyes automatically seek the familiar, the mathematics of their hair and face. The quick gesture of their eyes when they glance at you, the almost imperceptible flicker of recognition; shock.
When I can control the need to meet her gaze, am I getting over it at last?