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[the_vague]

in the broke-down room after you left, i sat with a found cigarette in my hand and traced your name on the table with my finger, trying to make sense. i sat on that couch like our first night, both of us drunk on tequila and apple juice. and for a little while last night you were eighteen and my mouth curled up a little when i saw your eyes sparkle

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[ex_and_thats238]

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