It was somewhere between Wednesday night and Thursday morning. You almost fell in your heels and we ended up talking for what seemed like an hour, once I knew you were okay. You weren't expecting to feel the way that you did and neither was I, wanting to break all the rules and not break them at the same time, so you went to the bathroom. I saw you awkwardly by once more, and I know you saw me as you looked down as if you were ashamed. It was a night you'll never forget and I'm sure you're wondering what if... well I get it. It's cool.
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