Deja Vu

The music drifted down from the second-story bay window, the piano echoing the beating of my heart. A cold breeze swept up the red and brown leaves on the ground; the air felt solid, tangible. I shivered. I knew this moment: the music, the air, the cold on my neck. I wasn’t surprised when I saw his car--that tingling throughout my body always meant he was near.

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