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She jovially jumped at the jester's jokes. He scornfully scowled at her silly spirit. Two people perpetually poised and primped. Yet, so unlike, unique, and uncannily uncomfortable with one another. The girl gleefully grinning at the grimace she glued on George's face. George stomped away staring with stone-cold stature. Young hearts unaware of their fate. Unaware that one day they would love. Fiercely, furociously, finally falling. Loving, lending, learning. Together.
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May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC
Wandering Worlds Woven
She jovially jumped at the jester's jokes. He scornfully scowled at her silly spirit. Two people perpetually poised and primped. Yet, so unlike, unique, and uncannily uncomfortable with one another. The girl gleefully grinning at the grimace she glued on George's face. George stomped away staring with stone-cold stature. Young hearts unaware of their fate. Unaware that one day they would love. Fiercely, furociously, finally falling. Loving, lending, learning. Together.
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May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC
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