bangles - a mystery snippet - draft1

As he waited for Windows to boot, he skimmed his finger across the scratched surface around the laptop's touchpad. His lips formed a crooked smile at the sounds that had accompanied each scratch. Over and over, those scratches had irritated him. Now they made his heart ache.

John and Tara had met at the university, each pursuing their separate degrees, but on paths that would cross.

His first encounter with Tara was hearing her yell across the commons.... "Mister!"

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