What an uncomfortable night. I waited with the familiar feeling that I didn't belong there. Ten more minutes, and I would be shuffled out of his dorm, out of his life--again. Like her, I was dressed in my best clothes. We girls are so transparent. Why had I come? I have to admit, I had been feeling rather giddy. I don't feel the way I used to, and
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But speaking of being a fan of each other's writing, I think I am going to go look for that poem you wrote several years ago...
p.s. thanks.
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