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Dec 2014
Something about him was different.
The way he could always make her come back was a mystery. The way he could make her feel bad when she hadn't done wrong. The way he lived life like it was a hip hop rap song. The way he carried himself, maybe it was wrong. The way he could carelessly move right on. The way he did things were different. He was confident, that was a given.
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sunshine
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