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He was all the right things. At exactly the wrong time. There was nothing I could say, No way to make him mine. So I let him go.
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Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 10:23 PM UTC
anonymous-j
Auston
He was all the right things. At exactly the wrong time. There was nothing I could say, No way to make him mine. So I let him go.
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