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Busy cafes quiet down pretty fast busy minds get distracted all the time my last thought was of this guy I was seeing he had a girlfriend I believe He kissed me like he loved me In the back seat of the taxi cab I paid the fare Got out and touched his red hair He said he had a headache I said I had a cure and when we touched he said it worked But he had to go So there I was sitting on the sidewalk alone
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Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC
Red Hair
Busy cafes quiet down pretty fast busy minds get distracted all the time my last thought was of this guy I was seeing he had a girlfriend I believe He kissed me like he loved me In the back seat of the taxi cab I paid the fare Got out and touched his red hair He said he had a headache I said I had a cure and when we touched he said it worked But he had to go So there I was sitting on the sidewalk alone
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Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC
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