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FLASHBACK

I met her at a gas station. She was walking back and forth from the bus stop to the end of the street, her head swiveling left and right as if she were searching for someone. Her hair waved down her back, over the mountain of her backpack. I'd filled up my tank, thought to question her, but ended up pulling in. She finally took a seat on the old wooden bench, still looking left and right.The street lamp flickered above her head. She stopped and looked up for a bit, before standing up and walking away. I didn't think I would see her again. She stood out, surely, in her short skirt and black crop top. It was always cold in Sioux Falls, and just looking at her made me turn my heater up little more.

She dressed like summer, but her milky skin screamed winter.