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Nov 2019
you may be my number two
but I still can't believe you wanted me to be one
of your lucky girls. It was barely three
days before
you said you'd wanted me for five
months. Now in four
days I have to leave you three
thousand miles away. Is it too
soon for you to be my one?
kira
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kira  eug
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