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her fingers tap on the wooden table her, with thunder across her face emotions caught in dire eyebrows etched together impatience. every glum beat of her heart translate into her fingertips. i feel sorry. tightness wraps around my neck. eyes search for answers. there were none in plain sight. tap. tap. tap. then silence. then she left without a word.
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Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 3:12 AM UTC
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her fingers tap on the wooden table her, with thunder across her face emotions caught in dire eyebrows etched together impatience. every glum beat of her heart translate into her fingertips. i feel sorry. tightness wraps around my neck. eyes search for answers. there were none in plain sight. tap. tap. tap. then silence. then she left without a word.
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Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 3:12 AM UTC
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