Earlier at school today, I ran across this Colombian boy, who I've only met once prior to this particular encounter. I greeted him and we talked casually. After awhile, I decided to leave and walked away, but then he called me back
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Wistful twilights. Lust. Maggots squirming in repulsive liquid. Random strangers. Orange juice. Pleasant gestures. Sexiness. Phone calls. Uneasy tiredness. Vitamin B12. Avocado fruit shake. Bees flocking on white sugar. Momentary collisions with people that I will never meet again. Sick yet again. Films that never happen. White butterfly that
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