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                                      SOCIAL MEDIA "FRIENDS"

She likes me. I mean, she “Liked” me, so I guess that means she likes me.

We were on a lot of the same social networks, but our circles never quite overlapped. Then I saw her in a picture with a friend's friend's brother. She was tagged in a photo, and I immediately wanted to get to know her. Though I had seen her online, we had never met, so when I sent her a message asking her to get coffee in real life, it was like a blind date.

Coffee went well. She laughed at my jokes and understood most of my references. I didn't hear from her for a few days, until last night when I got a notification on my phone.

She liked me.

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