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"You ok?" You asked as your fingers traced the parts of me I was scared of. Nodding I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything else but the red beanbag beneath me and the dark hair in my hands.
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Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC
"Ok."
"You ok?" You asked as your fingers traced the parts of me I was scared of. Nodding I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything else but the red beanbag beneath me and the dark hair in my hands.
Scary write, scary feelings.
cassrice
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Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC
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