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He was the spoiled little teenager standing on the other side of the traffic on that rainy, overcast summer day. She crouched at the edge of the fence where the gardenias bloomed and watched him with wet eyes. Then he ran to her, stepping over the water and splitting the flowers, and pulled her into a busy and unfamiliar world. From then on, all her joys and sorrows were related to him.