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Mar 2014
They are tall. They have freckles. Their voice is presumably lower than yesterday. They make you laugh. They look at you when you speak. They answer your calls at 1am. They smell nice. Their smile, their hands, their vibrance can suddenly invade your conscious and you aren't really sure how they never did before.
Emma Amme
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