Separated SHELVED
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Ongoing45m
Last published Mon, May 11, 2015
Were separated I say the school is the string that connects us to normal life. The only string. He doesn't say anything for several moments that's amazing he says I stare at him in disbelief what he asks I've just never met anyone else who would want to live like this there's someone like me I think to myself I can't help but be excited you're like me I say I immediately clamp my hand over my mouth then put my face in my hands I mumble an embarrassed sorry and look down he pulls my hands off my face I was thinking the same thing he says I look up at him with a smile only prim and the woods can draw out of me.
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