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Heater and me shoulda been a thing but we let it go, I stayed put when she went south to see the hippy show at Varanasi she got sick I'd warned her of the same but her friend was green, about our scene so she went anyway When I got back to England I gave her dad a call, she'd given me his number coz she didn't know where she'd fall he said she was in England too and not too far from me I waited for a coupla of days hoping she'd be free and when I called I could hear some strain within her voice she didn't sound like the angel I had met in other times she told me she was hooked up with the guy she'd left behind she felt like she'd betrayed him she was not the travelling kind
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Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 5:36 PM UTC
She was not the travelling kind
Heater and me shoulda been a thing but we let it go, I stayed put when she went south to see the hippy show at Varanasi she got sick I'd warned her of the same but her friend was green, about our scene so she went anyway When I got back to England I gave her dad a call, she'd given me his number coz she didn't know where she'd fall he said she was in England too and not too far from me I waited for a coupla of days hoping she'd be free and when I called I could hear some strain within her voice she didn't sound like the angel I had met in other times she told me she was hooked up with the guy she'd left behind she felt like she'd betrayed him she was not the travelling kind
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Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 5:36 PM UTC
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