nineteenth.

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then, there was the fateful night

I promised my friend that if she would

tell her crush she liked him,

I would tell mine.

and she did.

and I did.

our seventh grade dance,

and I texted you after I left.

-I'll really miss you.-

-what do you mean?-

-you know, don't you.

I really like you.-



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