Give the girl a glance. White boots, black tights, red skirt and black jacket? A tight look on her face - she has places to go, things to do. A brief look of recognition flashes across her face as she sees a friend - but she's gone in a minute, dark hair flying, boots clicking in the distance.
We know her. We know her major, we know her friends, we know her classes, we know her room number, we know where she went last weekend.
Did you know that she hates to smile, but does it because she has to?
Did you know that she never knew her mother, and does not want to know her father?
Did you know that when she looks at you, she knows she can give you her all - if only you asked for it, if only you could?
You don't know her at all.
You could, if you tried.
But I know you never will.
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