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By julieeeeeeeeeee •

I sit and you walk toward me. Heart beating, palms sweating. I want you to bne mine and if i had the chance, you would. We sit. Nothing comes. The closck strikes our time waskted. Relief. Frustration. I still don't know your name.

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