Girl at the Laundromat

There was a chime of electric sounds as I entered the laundromat. I adjusted the sack of clothes slung over my shoulder and took a cursory look around.1

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The place was pretty much empty, a few people were scattered about the store attending to their own items. There was one person however that caught my eye. She leaned against one of the washers near the corner. The machine shook and rattled noisily, but she didn't appear to care about it at all. Her eyes, hidden behind sun glasses, didn't look to care about anything at all.3

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I looked away as quickly as I could, perhaps not quite quickly enough. That woman was always at this laundromat. Everytime I would come here, she was there as well. I was becoming obbsesed with her. She always stood in the same spot, always wore the same clothes, and always payed no attention to anything.5

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It was crazy, but I just couldn't get her out of my head. My dreams were filled with sights of this mysterious and strange beauty. Even in my dreams though, she was in this same position, always.7

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I began to load up one of the machines with my dirty clothing. All the while I stole fleeting glances at this woman. I was careful not to look for more than a moment and to never make any obvious moves of my head towards her direction, only my eyes moved to look at her. Once I was finished with the clothing, I shut the door and began inserting quarters.9

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Suddenly, I heard a buzz from my left. I looked over and I realized it had come from the machine that she was leaning on. I couldn't help but stare now. This had never happened before. Her laundry had never actually finished while I was still here. She began to turn towards the machine, but she saw me staring at her.11

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I tried to look away, but it was obvious she had seen me looking at her. I tried to make myself appear busy, but I could feel her eyes on me. Slowly, I turned to look at her once again.13

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She was still looking over at me. My heart began to race, a bead of sweat formed on my brow. Something of a smile began to form on her lips. My forehead creased. I turned away from her and jabbed at the buttons to turn on the washing machine. I could hear footsteps, but I didn't need to look to see who it was.15

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"Hey there, I couldn't help but notice you were looking at me earlier." Her voice wasn't particularly high or low pitched, but it sounded fairly sweet. She had removed her glasses, exposing a set of stunning green eyes that were hard, but also very welcoming.17

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"Sorry," my voice was surprisingly cold towards her. She almost flinched at the venom in my tone. "I'm not interested anymore."19