As I was leaving the gym yesterday, the older man behind the front desk and I exchanged our usual good-evenings. A father was talking to his small daughter there, and as i passed, she looked up at me with such bright, innocent eyes. I looked into them and smiled; a sense of longing in my heart. Pushing my way through the heavy doors, I stepped out
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