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It was Monday, or Sunday maybe, one of the yellow days. I was talking to You and I heard it: The sound of two hearts, colliding, and then... sliding onward. We had missed each other again.
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 10:21 PM UTC
The Miss Match
It was Monday, or Sunday maybe, one of the yellow days. I was talking to You and I heard it: The sound of two hearts, colliding, and then... sliding onward. We had missed each other again.
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 10:21 PM UTC
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