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Apr 2014
SohereIwastalkingtothisgirl
andshewasall"Yeahbrotellthestoryagain­"
buticouldn'tbecause,likeanidiot,iforgotwhatijustsaid
shecalledm­eanidiotwhenitoldherthosewords
andthenshesmiledandlaughedithought­itwaspretty
wellshewasprettybutthatreallydoesn'tmatter
no,wait,ju­stkiddingYEAHitdoes!
Butreallywetalkedandtalkedforhourslikeshedid­n'tmind
wellididn'tmindlisteningtohertalk
andneitherdidsheinthatr­egard
sowetalkedtillthesunwentdown
andthenitookherhome.
itwasgrea­t,butshewantedmore
soinsteadofwalkinghertoherdoor
wewalkedandtalk­ed
andtalked
somemore!
wewentaroundtheblockafewtimes
thenitwaslik­e
twointhemorningsoiREALLYhadtogetherhome
soigotherhomeandshesnuc­kinrealquietlike
itwassadtoseeherdisappear.
but oh well.
I never saw her again.
After she had moved out.
Nomad
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Nomad  Between Here and There
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