I was staring straight at her eyes as we moved closer to passing each other in the hall. I always look right at their eyes. I thought about something clever that I should say to her. Nothing came to me as I passed the windows on the third floor of Mitchell Hall. I could feel a chill from the one screenless window that was open. My eyes did not waver, though, still fixed right at hers as she walked by without a glance.

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