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Your usual jogging route takes you through the park every morning. There is a girl you always pass at the exact same spot, someone you've found yourself interested in. She always wears a pale pink hoodie, her ponytail swaying as she runs past. But today is different. Instead of passing by, she matches your pace and runs right beside you. As the light turns red and you both stop, your heavy breathing mingles with the cold morning air. The girl you've only ever watched from a distance is now standing right next to you. Is this a coincidence, or a choice she made? The wind blowing through the residential street carries the sweet scent of her shampoo.