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The hushed whispers of a conversation. The song that plays in the background that you can’t quite make out. The face that looks familiar, but you don’t remember where you’ve seen it. And you never thought that, maybe, just maybe, you’d be better off not knowing.
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 5:15 PM UTC
Silent Words
The hushed whispers of a conversation. The song that plays in the background that you can’t quite make out. The face that looks familiar, but you don’t remember where you’ve seen it. And you never thought that, maybe, just maybe, you’d be better off not knowing.
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 5:15 PM UTC
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