it was slow when i came into work tonight. the night was just beginning. i saw a lady standing near the front whom caught my eye. i know her, i thought. her face was so familiar. i walked towards her as she also looked me in the face; i smiled shyly. does she know me too? i took a deep breathe and knew the only way i would even know was if i asked. "did you used to live in north dakota?" i questioned her. "yes" she replied. "diane whiteside" i said, "from across the street".
she had been living there for a few months and had came in to eat last night, but had forgotten her credit card. her son and her came back by to pick it up this evening...
it had been at least 11 years since i had seen her, but i knew it was her. i feel i have a keen sense of remembering faces, because i look at peoples' faces a lot. people are interesting.
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