By Grace Galton

Josh closed the dryer and stole a glance at the girl of his dreams. Five weeks at college and he was still too shy to start a conversation.

The cycle finished. Reluctantly he collected his laundry and left.


He turned, delighted.

“How do you know my name?”

She held up a sock and laughed “Name tag.”

Thanks, Mum he thought.

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