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He sits, tapping his foot Eyes transfixed on the bright screen His pupils dilate as he sees the green bubble with her name pop up His pulse begins to quicken Droplets of sweat trace his sideburns and his chiseled chin Shaking and unsure his hand reaches for the green dot. But he hesitates. And in that instant the dot- his hope disappears His moment of opportunity, gone before he could ****** it.
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Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC
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He sits, tapping his foot Eyes transfixed on the bright screen His pupils dilate as he sees the green bubble with her name pop up His pulse begins to quicken Droplets of sweat trace his sideburns and his chiseled chin Shaking and unsure his hand reaches for the green dot. But he hesitates. And in that instant the dot- his hope disappears His moment of opportunity, gone before he could ****** it.
eevry-louis
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Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC
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