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Choosen

Matt pushed his dark hair back and extended his hand. It was firm and calloused from playing his guitar. With a swift tug, he pulled me up onto the stage. The lights were bright and hot and I almost tripped on a wire. However, it didn’t matter because he picked me. Out of all the girls in the crowd. He finally picked me. The song pumped in my ears his sweet voice “oooh Janie” he wrote a song for me. After years of waiting, he finally chose me out of the crowd.





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