i was talking to a man today who said something about his wife and how much he missed her. then i had to go. when i looked back, he was standing with his arms crossed, not looking at anything in particular. i guess he was feeling nostalgic with the over flood of memories. since i probably will never see him again, and this is the only way i know him, the man is remembering.
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Teen Fictionif you aren't careful, you might just let your emotions c o n s u m e you.
