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"You know what makes every story pretty?" he asked. "What?" "Unpredictability. One day, I don't even know how your hands feel; the next, they are all I ever want to hold." "You know what makes unpredictability pretty?" "What?" he asked. "That your every syncopated heartbeat is my love story."
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Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
Unpredictability
"You know what makes every story pretty?" he asked. "What?" "Unpredictability. One day, I don't even know how your hands feel; the next, they are all I ever want to hold." "You know what makes unpredictability pretty?" "What?" he asked. "That your every syncopated heartbeat is my love story."
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Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
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