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[___boys_promise]

I rise and sashay around the apartment fixing drinks, flicking my eyes to your books and records, listening to you offer them as drunk presents which I don't accept. Later on you'll walk me down to the street to where my car is parked, freshly spattered by a storm not unlike that which drove me up the stairs and into your hall. It's not romantic,

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[myheartnherhand]

very beautiful sara.