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Jan 2013
Hey Samah?
Yeah.
Move over. I'm falling.
No.
I'll leave.
Fine. Happy?
Yeah.
I don't like sleeping with you. You're too unpredictable. However, we will still remain bed buddies.
We were never bed buddies.
Of course we're bed buddies. We're also sweater, pants, TV, lunch, dinner and homework buddies.
Is there anything we're not buddies for?
Poetry buddies. You ****. You don't even rhyme things. I'm sleepy. Good night.
'Night.
Nuha Fariha
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Nuha Fariha  Philadelphia, PA
(Philadelphia, PA)   
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