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[dreamtil2morrow]

This morning on my way out the house from his arms I stole a spray of your perfume. The scent still lingers on me now, mixed with the smell of sex (lots of build up and no release) and the way my hair is starting to dread on its own. It reminds me of the clean sheets we used to share and the nights I would spend awake lying next to you. The days

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[graceandluck]

we, apparently, have much to catch up on.

[dreamtil2morrow]

oh, basically this is about my love for one of my best good friends that i lived with last year. nothing all that exciting =) go check that other thing and post in that other thing. you know.