The sun sets and the pounding persists. They're just shadows now, dancing in the din. The ball, their bodies, the game all in perpetual motion. The paint-peeled street light self-conciously flickers on, casting it's net of murky illumination. Finally it's just one on one, plus one: me. An inconsequential observer, equally relevant to the pair as
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Stella! T.T
Hey Heidy, we have distinct possibilities of having 6 classes together..... and I got my internets back.
Badass like woah.
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I LOST THE HABIT OF DOING BECAUSE THERE IS NO REASON.
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