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Deceivingly simple, we sit down On our ****** plastic step stools After school in the kitchen. You ask me how my day was. I say Fine thanks, learned about quadratics. I ask you where you went cycling. You say Oh, you know, the usual. Round out That way, and back. The usual. We sit in silence for amount as I cut a slice of apple and hold it out to you across the room. You take it, and we sit on our ****** plastic step stools In the kitchen after school, Sharing silence and an apple. And I almost love the crisp, cool crunch As much as I love you.
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Jul 14, 2023
Jul 14, 2023 at 2:36 AM UTC
Like father, like son
Deceivingly simple, we sit down On our ****** plastic step stools After school in the kitchen. You ask me how my day was. I say Fine thanks, learned about quadratics. I ask you where you went cycling. You say Oh, you know, the usual. Round out That way, and back. The usual. We sit in silence for amount as I cut a slice of apple and hold it out to you across the room. You take it, and we sit on our ****** plastic step stools In the kitchen after school, Sharing silence and an apple. And I almost love the crisp, cool crunch As much as I love you.
I love a good crisp apple ngl
CAxOLN
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17/M/UK
Jul 14, 2023
Jul 14, 2023 at 2:36 AM UTC
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