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The Night We...They Met.

Jealousy was the world's first fantasy.

To see her eyes look at him

in the way only she can...

and he's not even trying for it.

You can give your all in vain, selfishness, bitterness,

You can toast at their wedding...

Excuse me...

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michael-holderreed

American

Published: Jun 13, 2013
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