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I see her from my window walking to the barnes cafe every morning at 8:30 am. book in hand and glasses in another, sometimes I notice she will leave the book at home. or where she stays. I see her move her perfect hair from her angelic face as she walks through the doors. she's perfect, only if she saw me the way I see her.
          - deAngelo

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