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Shannon Delaney Nov 2014
One day I’m going to see your stormy, blue eyes again and they will flash with recognition of my face and I will try telling myself that seeing you again is not fate.
third part of the one sentence story series, none are connected
Shannon Delaney Oct 2014
When I was younger, I used to run away from home and hide in somebody’s garden and hide there for hours and hours but it was only five minutes and I would go home and nobody would notice I had run away.
Shannon Delaney Nov 2014
You held my hand long enough that your fingers were imprinted in my skin and my palm remembered the shape of yours and it was engraved in my body forever.

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