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Des fragments de mon âme et des extraits que mon petit carnet noir

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Because second is not the same

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You told me about her rosy cheeks and the way that her lips tasted like forever.

                          
I told you about his eyes full of stars and the way that his smile makes him look like the fucking sun.

                          
The difference between you and me is that you were talking about her and I was talking about you.
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