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I love when you write something personal on a piece of paper. Something you’ve actually dreamed about telling the person its about. And you think it’s tucked away safely in your bag, and then you find it face down next to that person. Was she polite enough not to look? Or just too polite to say she knows what lies underneath? Either way, I like polite. I feel like an idiot but the butterflies far outweigh the idiocracy. Nothing could spoil this.
I’ve been away. And loviing it. Thank you, sweet baby Jesus.
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