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Apr 2014
...and just when I start believing
that I might be fogetting you.
I see you randomly burst into a dance in the middle of the kitchen,
and you cut apple bites for both of us,
and they taste so sweet,
and you are making me laugh,
and then I get home to realize
I don't even like apples...
... or so I though.
RM.
I actually forced myself to try apapples months ago and hated them, tonight I was oblivious of what I was doing and I actually liked the taste. Weird.
Camila
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Camila  32/F/Mexico
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