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He spoke only to her, not to me. But occasional glances filled me with glee. She looked over her shoulder at my once smiling face. And she tussled with his brown hair much to my disgrace. He put his hand up to give her a five; I turned and felt as if I shouldn’t be alive. But, by the time my hand touched the silver doorknob; a gentle hand rested upon my shoulder. I loosely turned around to see who it was. It was him! And he said he came because, “That girl I met was worse than poo. She left and I had to come back for you because I like you more than you know. I just have difficulties letting it show. So please won’t you give me a chance. I promise ill be your romance.”



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SophiaOffing said...
Jan. 3, 2010 at 12:17 am:
Good job!! Love the rhythm!
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