Me and Poetry were on a break. The kind of break where we obsessively checked our e-mail, just to see if the other had gotten up the nerve to break the silence. We stood outside the door, careful to listen for evidence of life on the other side, but never moved to knock or breathe heavy. Our friends knew we'd get back together, eventually.
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<3 sharon
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i'm also free thursday night if that works better for you (i've got a coffee date @ 10:30, but that still gives us lots of time!).
<3 sharon
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