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Jul 2017
420
"High hopes... I guess"
she mumbled whilst licking the jay to seal it,
not breaking eye contact for a second.
Truth is, I felt myself doing backstrokes in the ambiguity of her eye contact because I had no idea whether or not she was talking about us, or the 420.
Written by
Kirsty Isobel Nina Fynn  20/Sandton, South Africa
(20/Sandton, South Africa)   
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