twelve and a half

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bea

i stroked the smooth stretch of billies palm, trying to calm her. it's okay, he will love you just the same, i willed silently. her leg shook, vibrating against the cold, smooth, bench we sat perched on, our bodies leaned towards the street, waiting in anticipation. "what if he doesn't recognize me?" she mumbled, and i pulled her closer into me. "you're his billie, okay? how could anyone ever forget you?"

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