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It was pouring that day. When you stepped on the bus, your hair was plastered to your face and your mascara was running down your face. Everyone stared at you as you walked down the aisle and took a seat next to me. I didn't asked what happened to you. You said that you looked like Kayako Saeki.
I said you looked beautiful.
You took out your phone and earbuds, and plugged one earbud into your ear and the other into mine. We listened to your favourite Arctic Monkeys songs on the way to school.
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amnesia
Teen Fiction"I wish that I could wake up with amnesia, And forget about the stupid little things, like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you, And the memories I never can escape." Adam: lonely, artistic, shy Laura: pretty, gentle, vivacious When Adam spott...
