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that night it was hailing outside the stars had frozen and fallen from their perches and when they hit my cheek I brushed my finger to my lips instead because they were burning
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Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
the walk home
that night it was hailing outside the stars had frozen and fallen from their perches and when they hit my cheek I brushed my finger to my lips instead because they were burning
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Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
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