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Apr 2020
2pm
I thought I seen you standing there, you, the real you this time. Standing behind the bar, giving that same what the **** look you always had. It was real this time. Not an image of your ghost, it couldn’t be, it was two o’clock. Two in the afternoon, you couldn’t haunt me in the day light. I wiped my eyes that filled with tears, and you weren’t there.
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Chloe Martin Snell
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Chloe Martin Snell
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Chloe Martin Snell  24/F/Canada
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