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You looked at me like you were insulted I hadn't noticed, when I asked what it was that you carried around your neck. As you pulled the pendent out from under your shirt, you said you'd been wearing it all week. But I already knew. I'd been staring at the cord it's on, wanting to feel it between my fingers all week -- and have the dark hair on the back of your neck brush my hands. I'd been seeing it for days from behind you and beside you. I can't help but notice you constantly, hourly, so of course I saw the black cord around your neck.
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Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 7:50 PM UTC
Black Cord Around Your Neck
You looked at me like you were insulted I hadn't noticed, when I asked what it was that you carried around your neck. As you pulled the pendent out from under your shirt, you said you'd been wearing it all week. But I already knew. I'd been staring at the cord it's on, wanting to feel it between my fingers all week -- and have the dark hair on the back of your neck brush my hands. I'd been seeing it for days from behind you and beside you. I can't help but notice you constantly, hourly, so of course I saw the black cord around your neck.
I just didn't know what was on it. From Friday.
WickedHope
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Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 7:50 PM UTC
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