I wasn't about to admit to anyone that I had a crush on the girl who ran the juice stand, least of all her. She was clearly out of my league, and I knew it.
So I kept my distance, sadly. It hurt, every day, until the day that I saw her out in the city. I crossed the street so as to avoid her, but didn't see the truck.
After I died, I was told I could find out any fact I wanted.
I asked what she thought about me.
She thought I was a creep, so, mission accomplished?
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