Milk (ix)
"Sure." I said.
It was only fair.
Since I called him by his first name (although by mistake),
it made sense for him to call me by mine.
Even though it was unusual
to be so familiar with someone I met only moments ago...
I felt drawn to him somehow.
Like being pulled by an invisible thread.
I wonder...
Could it be fate?
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