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he's from england, and he smells like innocence. his eyes are frosty blue, and he has a handsomely crooked smile. the girls fawn over him, and i even stop and stare from a distance sometimes. one day i bump into him at… -
like a merry-go-round;;
d a n i e l ; the door creaks open, and she comes in, trying to be quiet. but i can hear her steps, and i can practically feel her heart beat fluctuate. i turn over towards the window, where frost eats at the corners, a… -
he's lost, you see...
the man who lives next door is late for work. again. i see his cold blue eyes and wiry frame every morning and afternoon. he turns ever so slightly at my door on some days, seeming like he wants to come in or knock. but…
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