Sunday, September 17th:
An airwhale swam through a summer sky, playfully turning loops until she noticed another gray cetacean surfacing in the ocean below. It had been a while since she met a new boy, flying or otherwise, and this one looked to have that square jaw that always made her tummy flutter. She swooped down to say hello, bobbing just
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Maybe it's the other way around. Maybe you're "that friend for whom I feel badly when bad things happen to them."
Maybe I have an exaggerated desire to protect you, regardless of whether or not you need it.
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Aw. That's nice.
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I definitely got the impression, though, that you were comparing it to other events of its kind. 'As lovefests go, this is poorly planned, the atmosphere stinks, and the furniture is all wrong,' or something like that.
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