I thought that we might have a good time that night. You picked me up at my house around six, and we proceeded to the cafe. We made small talk and sipped black coffee. Everything was wonderful. But the night came to a close. We climbed into your car and we started the journey home. A half a mile later, the conversation died. Another half of a mile
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You know what I mean?
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Sorry for commenting as Anonymous... I keep on forgetting to sign in while I'm at school...which is where I usually seem to post of your LiveJournal.
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xo
amanda
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