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We stood crowded around a TV. The seconds drummed away. ...10...9... We made eye contact. ...8... My heartbeat picked up tempo. ...7...6... I tried to smooth my hopelessly wrinkled dress. ...5... Electricity pulsed between us. ...4... You took me by the waist. ...3... Our faces inched closer. ...2... Your hot breath in my ear: ...1... "I'm sorry." Toasting, cheering, kissing couples swirled together. And you were gone.
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Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 7:00 PM UTC
Your Last Resolution
We stood crowded around a TV. The seconds drummed away. ...10...9... We made eye contact. ...8... My heartbeat picked up tempo. ...7...6... I tried to smooth my hopelessly wrinkled dress. ...5... Electricity pulsed between us. ...4... You took me by the waist. ...3... Our faces inched closer. ...2... Your hot breath in my ear: ...1... "I'm sorry." Toasting, cheering, kissing couples swirled together. And you were gone.
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Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 7:00 PM UTC
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