He approached and, in a ​timid attempt to put his arm ​around my shoulder, ​touched my leg. He looked ​into my eyes and, with the ​smile of someone who has ​just fallen in love, said, ​“Anna, you and I have ​nothing to do.” I brushed his ​hand off my leg and hugged ​him. As I fell onto his ​shoulder, I whispered in his ​ear, “I knew it.”

Less Than Symbol

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