there's a cool breeze whisping the pieces of hair, that have fallen down from my bobbypins, tickling me neck. it's autumn; the season where everything seems new and fresh, despite nature's readiness to hibernate until march or april or may
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i miss your face. and your face behind scarves. and alec's sunglasses. hee.
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thats all i have to say for now. call me soon. we'll have a bagel quickie.
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