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That one night when you scolded me for being afraid of tap water, I pounded on your chest and cried into your shoulder, but you knew why I was mad as if we had both waited too long to open up and it was too late.
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Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 4:10 PM UTC
Crochet Regrets.
That one night when you scolded me for being afraid of tap water, I pounded on your chest and cried into your shoulder, but you knew why I was mad as if we had both waited too long to open up and it was too late.
(c) Brooke Otto
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Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 4:10 PM UTC
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