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it was raining heavily that day. we met at an old record store. the sky turned a peaceful grey, bells tinkled as i opened the door and i was hit with the smell of dusty vinyls that were waiting to be gently touched and held by dreamers, lovers of messy thoughts and burning secrets. our fates were entwined at the start, and i do not think i had any regrets when the music took our hearts.
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Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 9:23 PM UTC
record store
it was raining heavily that day. we met at an old record store. the sky turned a peaceful grey, bells tinkled as i opened the door and i was hit with the smell of dusty vinyls that were waiting to be gently touched and held by dreamers, lovers of messy thoughts and burning secrets. our fates were entwined at the start, and i do not think i had any regrets when the music took our hearts.
matthew wuz here
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Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 9:23 PM UTC
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