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Sitting alone, in the booth at the back of the tiny diner. Staring aimlessly out if the window, watching, observing, earth's nature. Sad-looking eyes, slumped over shoulders. Not one word seps out of her slightly frowning mouth. She sits as if she were a statue, her eyes glued to the fascinating window. Blue. But beautiful. A boy carrying the same color of blue, walks into the diner. Scans the room, avoiding any eye contact. Until he saw the reflection from the window of the sad-looking blue eyes of the mysterious girl, sitting alone. Walks over to her booth, and the color of their shared sadness evolves into a brighter blue, the mysterious girl finally looking up, the boy staring into her beautiful sad eyes. And he thinks he sees her smile.
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Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 7:03 PM UTC
Blue
Sitting alone, in the booth at the back of the tiny diner. Staring aimlessly out if the window, watching, observing, earth's nature. Sad-looking eyes, slumped over shoulders. Not one word seps out of her slightly frowning mouth. She sits as if she were a statue, her eyes glued to the fascinating window. Blue. But beautiful. A boy carrying the same color of blue, walks into the diner. Scans the room, avoiding any eye contact. Until he saw the reflection from the window of the sad-looking blue eyes of the mysterious girl, sitting alone. Walks over to her booth, and the color of their shared sadness evolves into a brighter blue, the mysterious girl finally looking up, the boy staring into her beautiful sad eyes. And he thinks he sees her smile.
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15/M/Michigan
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 7:03 PM UTC
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