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        The first time I saw Dustin, it was at night.

   I had spent the night partying, dancing with girls who I would never love, taking shots with friends who didn't care.

    I was drunk, walking out of the party, I met him in the backyard.

  He was just sitting there, quietly, every few minutes taking a sip from his beer.

   I had walked over to him tapping him on the shoulder, he turned, nodded and turned back.

"M-my names B-Ben." I slurred.

"Nice to meet you Ben," he replied, leaving me.

   He left me standing there, wondering who he was.

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[a/n: dedicated to _queenofthedamned .]