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May 2015
She will brush against your thigh and pretend that she didn't, and she'll look you in the eyes and tell you she likes them. She will take the band out of your ponytail because she likes your hair long, she will let you listen to her favorite song and it will get stuck in your head. She will kiss your lips until they are numb and she will hold your hands until they go numb too. Don't watch the sunset with her, because you won't be able to watch it again without missing the smell of her perfume. Don't make her call you by your nickname, because afterwards you won't be able to hear it. Your heart will be heavy and so will your head but just remember you were beautiful before he said so.
Rebekah Weeks
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Rebekah Weeks  SC
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