She walked up to me, hands in her pockets woven with absence, looked me in the eye and whispered "I've missed you." I hadn't been touched like that in years.
-Marisa B. Crane
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She walked up to me, hands in her pockets woven with absence, looked me in the eye and whispered "I've missed you." I hadn't been touched like that in years.
-Marisa B. Crane
