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  <subtitle>_Don't blow it._ Beta reminded me.

&amp;quot;Here, let me take your bag for you.&amp;quot; I said as I put my hand out to take her bag.

&amp;quot;Thanks.&amp;quot; She handed me her bag and I slung it over my shoulder.

&amp;quot;I was thinking of holding up one of those signs with your name on it. Make it look like you were a VIP.&amp;quot;

She laughed, &amp;quot;That would have been funny.&amp;quot;

_So far so good._

While walking to the parking garage, we talked about her trip. She had been visiting one of her brothers, who was attending college in Oregon.

While I drove us back to her apartment, I talked about the history of the area. My heart continued to pound, but I still felt at ease. The night air felt cool coming through the open windows of the car.

&amp;quot;Thanks again for picking me up. A roommate had offered to pick me up as well, but I told her that I already had a ride.&amp;quot;

_Wait, if she turned down a roommate, that means.._

She really likes me! I don't have to worry about scaring her away! My heart started pounding even faster as we pulled into her apartment complex</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-04-16T20:01:45Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on 000000 (Black)</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Finally, Sunday is here. I can feel his anxiety. Maybe the confidence needed to act arrives there at the end?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-04-16T20:01:45Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>thebetweenspace</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on 000000 (Black)</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The title is great, I like how it applies a bit to the story. Very nice how you captured his nervous feelings. &lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-04-16T19:05:48Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Saint Chuck</name>
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