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Redemption words Liesel Schmidt image SabineBPhotography/Shutterstock
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Sometimes it’s the people who don’t strike you right away,
met him somewhere but couldn’t remember exactly where
the people who must leave and then suddenly are back in your
or when or how. Still, there was a whisper of memory in
life, who become the ones who mean the most—the ones
the back of her mind, trying to surface through a fog that
you’re fated to meet. The ones who change your life forever.
seemed too thick. Her eyes went back to his, and she held them there, searching.
“You don’t remember me, do you?” “I can help you out,” he said, smiling. “You used to get coffee Beth studied the man in front of her, her eyes roving across
at the coffee shop on Tenth Street. I was the guy always at the
his face: his blue eyes, his aquiline nose, the little scar that
table next to yours, boring holes into my computer.”
travelled across his chin. He looked familiar, like she had DOSOUTHMAGAZINE.COM
