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Martin comes out of the city, I go in. After months we meet again but I run left, acting unbothered, avoiding eye contact His Cambridge degree is on its way: PhDs, political science and analytical history but 20 is such a ******* tender age So I am nervous- more than ever, cause he used to put my mind to the acid test and now I don't know what I am supposed to do with all of his secrets.
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Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 3:16 PM UTC
Today at the station
Martin comes out of the city, I go in. After months we meet again but I run left, acting unbothered, avoiding eye contact His Cambridge degree is on its way: PhDs, political science and analytical history but 20 is such a ******* tender age So I am nervous- more than ever, cause he used to put my mind to the acid test and now I don't know what I am supposed to do with all of his secrets.
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Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 3:16 PM UTC
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