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Kaz, narrating: He was fantastic at every game he played.
I imagined him as a spy with a real gun in his hands…
Behind the wheel of his own sports car, his hair blowing in the wind.
Or dancing to the beat of the music in a dark night club.
Purely by accident, my hand touched his when we both tried to press the button to continue.
Our eyes met, and I tried to stammer out an apology…
When suddenly a smile spread across his face…
And without a word, he took my hand and we left the arcade.
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