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Jun 2013
she looked at him
he looked the other way
he looked at her
she looked at her shoes. . .
this is in memory of that one time I saw this guy waiting in the hallway, who caught me staring at him. and I was sooooo embarrassed, that I went on staring at my shoes the whole time, because I felt him looking at me after that.
I never saw the guy ever again.
perhaps, the guy wasn't really there.
Chrys Pages
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   SG Holter and maybella snow
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