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She was wearing a purple sweater His red headphones were swinging around his neck. I hadn't spoken to her in years. All we had in common was preschool playgrounds and chalk handprints. Teaching me how to roll my rrrrr's. It was funny. seeing her like that under the arm of a boy. It was a context which neither of us probably thought we would be in. Before all we knew was floral dresses, tricycles and growing lima beans. Look at us Rosella.
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Jun 2, 2011
Jun 2, 2011 at 6:39 PM UTC
Rosella.
She was wearing a purple sweater His red headphones were swinging around his neck. I hadn't spoken to her in years. All we had in common was preschool playgrounds and chalk handprints. Teaching me how to roll my rrrrr's. It was funny. seeing her like that under the arm of a boy. It was a context which neither of us probably thought we would be in. Before all we knew was floral dresses, tricycles and growing lima beans. Look at us Rosella.
emma-zanzibar
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Jun 2, 2011
Jun 2, 2011 at 6:39 PM UTC
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