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There you are, holding the book with one hand, with your legs crossed, reading. I notice you, I always notice guys that read. The seat right next to you is empty. I take it. My hand touches your leg, I shiver. There you are, unaware of all the things that go through my head. I am emotional; I got some bad news today. I desperately want to take your hand, squeeze it. I need to. I take a peek at your book, “marriage”, I read. You look back at me and I pretend. The bell rings, my stop. I look back at you and there you are, holding the book with one hand with your legs crossed reading.
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Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 7:58 AM UTC
To the guy sitting right next to me on the subway
There you are, holding the book with one hand, with your legs crossed, reading. I notice you, I always notice guys that read. The seat right next to you is empty. I take it. My hand touches your leg, I shiver. There you are, unaware of all the things that go through my head. I am emotional; I got some bad news today. I desperately want to take your hand, squeeze it. I need to. I take a peek at your book, “marriage”, I read. You look back at me and I pretend. The bell rings, my stop. I look back at you and there you are, holding the book with one hand with your legs crossed reading.
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beatriz-dvc
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beatriz-dvc
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 7:58 AM UTC
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