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Oct 2012
Not really.
Well sort of.
We watch for a few minutes.
Until...
We think the same thing.
You look at me
I at you
We smile in unison
Gravitate towards each other
Then the real movie starts.

We watch the end,
I go towards the door.

"Just one more?"
"You don't have to ask twice."

"How was the movie?"
Oh dear.
Veronica Emilia
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Veronica Emilia  New York
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