Watching you from across the hallway, eyes glued to the floor. Suddenly, I don't wanna leave anymore. Talking always seems so daunting, but with you I could get used to it. Do you come here often? Now the red cups, they don't scare me anymore now that I've focused my attention on callused hands and sunken eyes and nervous speaking patterns I've never heard before. Darling, is there something wrong? You seem unsure.
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