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. //you've got to stay active. she says, with eyes deeper than my own bronchitis voice . shadowy in the way she stirs her cup stepping over ice cubes with careful tiptoes of her                                                            w r i s t. she, there [like light raking across the sides of pictureframes along the hallway] the edge of her jawline drips into my ______ mug steeped into dark truth is i don't drink much coffee
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Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 11:17 AM UTC
stolen cups,glances,and.favors.asking .me.not.to make you smile
. //you've got to stay active. she says, with eyes deeper than my own bronchitis voice . shadowy in the way she stirs her cup stepping over ice cubes with careful tiptoes of her                                                            w r i s t. she, there [like light raking across the sides of pictureframes along the hallway] the edge of her jawline drips into my ______ mug steeped into dark truth is i don't drink much coffee
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Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 11:17 AM UTC
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