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Oct 2014
asked for my number
saw me in the dark, nighttime trick
alone, off in a room
our breath heavy and thick
when we came out
and he could see me clearly
he said thanks for a good time
but I won't call you, not nearly
Happened at party over the summer. Happens too much. But it felt good right?
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
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