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Maria Nicanor

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08 dezembro 2013


She looked down and closed her eyes for a second.
"I miss you". Oh dear, the things she found herself saying. She used to imagine that people made themselves say these kind of things when they were in love so as to demonstrate their status. She didn't realize they would just come out of you without you even being able to stop them. She never thought that you could be so not in control of you own body, as if it had so much to say kept inside, it all came out as a wrecking ball.
He started telling her a story about his new life and she was listening, she really was, but she was also admiring him. Love made you admire funny things about a person, like how good he was at remembering to return his library books and at trying to slice cucumbers very thin. He was a veritable wonder at pulling a spider out of her arm.
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