Contributor: Jerry Guarino
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Julie
walked in with her laptop case over her shoulder. Her long brown
hair pulled through a crimson velvet scrunchy, draped behind her blue
blazer, over the cranberry cardigan sweater, over the white oxford,
accented by the Harvard tie which went with the plaid, pleated skirt
that highlighted the knee socks which sat atop the cordovan clogs.
In short, she was the dream girl of every code savvy programmer in
Cambridge. “Hi, my name is Julie Bowen.”
“Hi
Julie, I’m Zach” said the college sophomore in jeans and t-shirt.
Zach was one of those code savvy programmers, working a part time
job in the hopes of meeting girls like Julie. He wasn’t a bad
looking guy, just not in the same league as Julie, sort of like your
company softball team versus the Red Sox.
“Hi
Zach.” At this point, Zach could...
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Jerry Guarino