Last 14th of November
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His white skin was covered with a grey jacket that he's wearing when I saw him. And when his eyes met mine, that's been looking at him from then, I looked down and bit the inside of my cheek when I found it hard to breathe.
written by: @keilaaluu_ (formerly: flawedfelicity)
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