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You'd never ask me for help again, but she did. She asked me to make transparent the things we said we'd do, how you'd park his truck at the end of the street, and meet me just outside the reaching halo of inconsistent light. She asked if it were only things we said, and of course received, "No, we had full intentions to carry them out, only something always stood in our way." Next she ignored my apologies, and I doubt we'll speak again. Just like you and I's last exchange.
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Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 7:09 PM UTC
9 July 1:53 am
You'd never ask me for help again, but she did. She asked me to make transparent the things we said we'd do, how you'd park his truck at the end of the street, and meet me just outside the reaching halo of inconsistent light. She asked if it were only things we said, and of course received, "No, we had full intentions to carry them out, only something always stood in our way." Next she ignored my apologies, and I doubt we'll speak again. Just like you and I's last exchange.
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Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 7:09 PM UTC
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