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Maroon bike, black tee, black pants.
Last night we talked about the spaces in between, silence, getting comfortable with the presence of another.
When I get to see you it makes my day.
Sometimes, when we touch, I feel this shiver that runs straight through me. I can't tell you how lucky I feel that our paths crossed at the Depot all those moons ago.
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