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March 1, 1984: Summer´s almost gone. The weather ´s still hot, but not like last week or the week before.
Luis looked at me today. It´s not that he looked, it´s how he did it. It was as if he wanted to find out some secret inside my soul. That´s the best way i can put it. I blushed and looked down.
We almost never talk about anything not having to do with my duties as a receptionist. Most of the time,it´s like we were actors in a silent movie, all emotion, no words.