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If I never see you again, at least I’ll have left my words of affection not unspoken if only sent out into a universe where you will never read them. The last time I saw you was October 23rd. I barely know you and yet the intensity of your eyes, I felt like we had met before. And yet all I know is your first name… Clay. You joked that you were 40 and I called you a liar. You said your sisters swore off having children. I want to know more about you…
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