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Jun 2017
It's 98 degrees on a saturday, you are looking at me, all of me. Each hair on my arm stands on end.
"Kiss me." You say as your arms wrap around my bare legs.
"No." I say.
It's the last I see from you.
cass
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cass  23/F
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