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Oct 2014
I miss the time we went to the airport just to watch the planes fly away. I loved it because it was near midnight and everything just felt magical. You kissed me whenever a plane took off and told me you’d stop having feelings for me when planes stopped flying. I guess planes stopped flying. I miss you.
Anna Elizabeth Bailey
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Anna Elizabeth Bailey  Charleston, SC
(Charleston, SC)   
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