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Jan 2015
I swore I could hear the walls carefully asking why you forgot to smile at me today.
We're back at our old class starting today and it almost tore me apart because the room reminded me so much of us. Remember how we used to steal kisses behind all those chairs?
Sarah
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Sarah  Indonesia
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