You were staring boldly at me.
I had felt your brown eyes bore into me,
and I knew then that you were a creep.
You were quite popular among the ladies.
I remembered you had one at the time,
though I was much to buried in my studies
to care. Because I thought then
you were disgusting and not worth my time.
But you were persistent.
I couldn't ignore you forever,
and I remembered my first words to you:
"It's two. One plus one is two."
You were debating with someone,
in the midst of a seminar,
that one plus one was three.
At my curt interruption,
you turned to me,
and pulling out a fresh piece of paper that
seemingly appeared out of the blue,
you showed me,
that one plus one was not two,
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