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Sunlight bleeds through my blinds onto her as she slips on her shoes. She looks up at me, her eyes raining influence. She answers her phone, smiling. "Hi," she says with a laugh. "I'll be right over." "Bye-bye. Love you, too." She hangs up. She waves bye. I wish she would make up her mind.
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May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC
Monday Morning
Sunlight bleeds through my blinds onto her as she slips on her shoes. She looks up at me, her eyes raining influence. She answers her phone, smiling. "Hi," she says with a laugh. "I'll be right over." "Bye-bye. Love you, too." She hangs up. She waves bye. I wish she would make up her mind.
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May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC
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