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Sep 2015
And the thing is that it just kind of creeps up on you. Between the late night conversations, harmless giggles and sweaty palms. You find yourself sitting there, looking at them, and realising you don't ever want them to leave.

*djm
Daniel McDougall
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Daniel McDougall  Australia
(Australia)   
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   Sumina Thapaliya
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