The first time I spotted him, I was 18. I had come to City Beach to shop for a new dress. I left with a new crush.
He was working there. Just a summer job, he said. His nametag read 'John.' He helped me find the perfect dress. I left, but came back the next day. And so it continued for the next two weeks.
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