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Sep 2015
I wonder why three years in New York City hasn't
been enough to forget about me. I picture you
drinking red wine in a purple button down alone
in your loft apartment. You were always a terrible
kisser, but your hands made up for it. Maybe
someday I'll miss you back.
Deanna
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Deanna  Cambridge, MA
(Cambridge, MA)   
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