Silly Little Blue Suit
She kept her hands shoved into the pockets of her jacket, her fingers fisted, her nails digging into the skin of her palms. She didn’t dare move from where she stood, staring across the short distance at the achingly familiar blue box sitting quietly in the sand. She tried to calm her quick, shallow breathing; he was here.
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Cause...you know.
But someday, remind me to.
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