we stood in my kitche, for minutes, or hours. just time. i didnt want to leave, but knew that eventually i would have to. the start to our precious limited time. i told my mother i was going to be late, and i didnt care if i got yelled at, i didnt matter to me anymore. so i just stood there, in the space between my basement stairwell and my kitchen
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Yeah, and I am going to assume that I know who this is about. I think I do. Oh boy, I think I do.
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