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I saw him wearing that black shirt of his, and a tight brown pants. riding his skateboard, towards me. he raised his hands, signaling me that it was him that i am looking for, and that was few years ago... Today, i saw him again wearing a different black shirt and a sweat shorts. He said it's more comfortable than wearing a pants. No skateboards, just bus rides with me. He raised his hands one more time, signaling me and still, after 3 months, it is still him that i've been looking for.
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Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 1:27 PM UTC
i saw him
I saw him wearing that black shirt of his, and a tight brown pants. riding his skateboard, towards me. he raised his hands, signaling me that it was him that i am looking for, and that was few years ago... Today, i saw him again wearing a different black shirt and a sweat shorts. He said it's more comfortable than wearing a pants. No skateboards, just bus rides with me. He raised his hands one more time, signaling me and still, after 3 months, it is still him that i've been looking for.
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Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 1:27 PM UTC
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