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Dearest Friend,

My joy bubbled over when I saw you again. Words overlapped like midday traffic in New York. Our hands found their home with eachother as if there was never an absence. I guess i just never realized I had left a slice of my soul in your hands.

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julie-anne-lail

American

Published: Feb 1, 2010
LinesWords: 1448

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