“Hey! Jane” I wave my hands and shout to a dark shadow far away from me. The shadow there seems to be my friend. However the person is ambiguous. It’s already past the appointed time, and I finally see her. “Jane, is that you?” even though I has started asking, I already verify that the person must be her. No one else would walk to a lonely street in the early morning, which the sun has just risen. She seems silent and calm, and her face is not turning towards me.
I dash to her, loudly calling for my dear friend, and waving exaggerated. Why she doesn't notice me yet? I feel confused and feel a little bit aggrieved. Her late arrival and her indifferent attitude make me consider if she cares about me. She looks like a quiet machine, which would never respond my passion. Did I do anything wrong? Why does she ignore me? I definitely feel extremely disappointed and heartbroken.
I hear the noise of people's step and stop walking. Then, a gust of wind comes to my back. “What?” I’m been frightened. “What are you looking for dude? I’m here, and sorry for being late.” I look back, and see a familiar face with warm smile. That's my friend. So what is that shadow? I ask myself. However, it doesn’t matter, and I would never tell her about my mistaken identity.
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