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[virgincadenza]

"It's like a flower," she says, but I'm not convinced. Sometimes, it's hard to know what she really means. "Love," she's said before, "we're like a lemon". Her words are a fortune cookie, really. And there's not enough black for both of us in this room. But it's not fair. I can't believe her sometimes, though her smiles are like the rainbows. But

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[pseudomute]

Ah, see, it's not too late to apologize! heh

"Her words are a fortune cookie, really." that made me larf. :D

Smooth writing. Goes down easy. :]