today i saw her
slowly rolling down the street
with her headphones logged in.
she was a newbie.
she was quite strange;
different, i'd say.
she wore gray doc martens
but she had a lacy orange skirt
and a tight black top.
she had classy but girly
leather jacket with black and white flower pattern.
and the most important: she was
a natural ginger.
i think i like her.
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dear danelle
Short Storyis it strange to fall in love with the girl who you barely speak to? [lowercase intended]
