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Slowly turing onto the street, the dim brown twinge from the lights gazed on the rain glossed ground. the jumble of the local radio station was babling about the top ten hits of the week, but her mind was lost in thought. he was holding her hand and talking about what movie we should watch when we get to his house. her car pulls into the drive way ( Read more... )
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I will say that this is so refreashing to hear, especially from you.
Your writing is too beautiful for words, as I imagine the moment was, but you captured it wonderfully.
Can't wait to see you monday, love!
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