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My infatuation (also known as a crush) with a cute girl at work led me to drive to town yesterday to a movie that I did not wish to see. I drove for half an hour, to see this movie, even though I had scratched one eye with a piece of flying sawdust earlier that day, and could not see properly. But I went, and I saw, and I endured the mall, and even sort of enjoyed the film. Then I drove home. The sad part? I was not going to the movie WITH this girl, only because she was also going to a movie. And I arrived 20 minutes late, and failed to see her. Oh well... infatuations are meant to be enjoyed in this way.
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