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March 7, 2010
Steffen Thorne Word Count: 55 When I said I loved you, could you hear me? I couldn’t tell because you just kept your cheek on mine while we swayed to that distant saxophone. We were close enough that your clothes pulled at mine, and mine at yours. Our hearts were almost touching. You should’ve heard me. We were close enough.
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