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_Beautiful hair_; 4 am, lights in the apartment room. The notification made me jump from happiness, expecting it was you. I'll talk with myself through it and tell it to shut up. A week felt like a year. Late-night talks were never seen again, _if seen_: Tell them they were good _typing..._
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Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 5:44 PM UTC
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_Beautiful hair_; 4 am, lights in the apartment room. The notification made me jump from happiness, expecting it was you. I'll talk with myself through it and tell it to shut up. A week felt like a year. Late-night talks were never seen again, _if seen_: Tell them they were good _typing..._
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21/M/Philadelphia
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 5:44 PM UTC
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