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I keep to the street side of the alley, not anxious to slip into the shadows with a woman who continued to text me after I told her I had a girlfriend. “Hey,” I say softly.

“Hey.” She takes a step toward me and scans my face. “How are you?”

I shrug. Been better.

“I feel like a bitch for being persistent with the texts. I didn’t realize it was serious.” She bites her lip