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Mr. Gelato Name, Part 3

We met in the hallway.
He had just transferred in from some far away school, maybe on the East coast. He was looking for his locker, and I was unfortunate enough to run into him. Sometimes, I wonder what my life would have been like had I never met him. But, then, I start thinking about what life would have been like had I never broken up with him. Maybe things wouldn’t have been so hard.
“Hey—watch where you’re going. What are you, some sort of blind bull walking around the way you are?” Those were the first things he said to me. And from that moment, I knew we were never going to get along.
Later on that week, I found out that he was in six out of my eight classes.

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