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Dec 2018
He sits at his desk
anxiously tapping his foot.
Unable to concentrate,
and how long time took.

He had a date that night
and that's all he thought about.
He had some exciting thoughts,
but some left in doubt.

He was nervous of what to do
or how to act.
He wanted to be flirty,
but also show tact.

Work was finally over
as the clock hands fell.
He rushed out of the office
hoping his date would go well.
Crystal Freda
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Crystal Freda  25/F/Louisiana
(25/F/Louisiana)   
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