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well_dear_l
Dastardly A saturday night, the sun has been on my skin and I escaped to the comfort of the keys, as they drift down upon my mind. A smirk, a lick, a smile.

well_dear_L,

here I am again. typing and meandering.

i wanted to write you something that might be poignant, a whisper, but it always comes out as an insult.

o well.

:)
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