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It's 9 pm and I walk down to the bench, our bench. I sit under the gloomy lamplight with the book that you gave me. It's been 4 months since we've spoken. I've forgotten what you sound like.
It's 9 pm and I walk down to the bench, our bench. I sit under the gloomy lamplight with the book that you gave me. It's been 4 months since we've spoken. I've forgotten what you sound like.
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