A story about how we met

You've heard this story a hundred times, but I wanted to write it down properly. It was raining outside the Cedar Falls library, and you offered me half your umbrella even though it meant your whole left side got soaked the entire walk to the bus stop. I remember thinking: this is either the kindest person I've ever met, or the worst umbrella-sharer. Turned out to be both.

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