It was obvious at this point. That what he layed his eyes upon was what he had craved for so long. It was there all along, he just had to look up. And of course, there it was. Those long, tan, skinny legs. The gray and blue coat. His heart began to race, all blood rushed to his head as he began to sweat. His shoulders got weak, he couldn't bare to lift his guitar even. The one thing he cared about the most, was not the thing on his mind. He couldn't take it anymore, he had to stop now. A part of him wanted to give in, to let go of his restraints. To reach out, and touch that pidgeon.
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Squint and a pidgeon
FanfictionHe squints at a pidgeon (this is a story based on inside jokes, nobody will get this. its mostly for my own fun :,) )
