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Aug 2018
When we were sitting next to each other at the laundry mat he asked if I wanted this thin red bracelet he was wearing.
I said, "I guess so."
He took it off his wrist and placed it in my open palm.

I smiled.
It was the shape of a heart.

He gave me something very similar to his actual heart, stretchy, and easily breakable.
A rubber band.
Chameleon
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Chameleon  28/F/Ohio
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