The One

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Her skin is fair; she walks towards me.
I fumble over words. I remember back to my last, we’d become close.
“You’re too young.”
I cut back to the one in front of me. Her eyes glazed over. I realized then why the last one didn’t work. It all makes sense.
My face turns red.





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