Come on, I'm just making it more interesting to you...
I never liked that guy again after he started acting physically tough.
I cried that night, he had said that I was too picky, i got the point.
Then he did the sweetest thing possible ever.
Later I slept with false and true wakings, some false get-ups, too, in the morning I had no idea about the time and he still held me as I was the most precious thing in the world.
I might have dreamed of sad girls from the South. They wear dark hair as curtains and never eat. They're almost never happy.
It's very strange that we met.
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