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Mar 2021
The gait of her walk? The way she talked? It seemed...different. Watching her stride across the room, abruptly whisking left and right. Slender, thin-jawed, blonde, unfazed, stern stare, luminescent skin.

I've seen her repeat this very pattern several times before. But we've never talked. I just observe through my window. The window that is my world.
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Neo Dore  19/M/United States
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