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I met a girl who puts her hair up with a pen. But before thinking, "that's an odd thing to do," I lended her one of mine so I could try to see her face, now uncovered. That beautiful face. That beautiful girl.
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Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 3:38 AM UTC
Green Finch
I met a girl who puts her hair up with a pen. But before thinking, "that's an odd thing to do," I lended her one of mine so I could try to see her face, now uncovered. That beautiful face. That beautiful girl.
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Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 3:38 AM UTC
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