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it's something about those late night phone calls. my palms get sweaty when our fingers are entertwined. i wanna make spaghetti at one in morning after i hang out with you. it's something about the way you tell me that you want to be able to open up to me. it's something about great danes and mashed potatoes and the way we pretend that we don't
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