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:: i can still remember when there was just one
I will absolutely die if they go away.
[...] and his fingers and how he’ll never play piano or the flute or run those blue fingers through his long, luxurious blonde curls. “i’m coming!” i yell and toward the back door i run, more than anything, over [...]
oh. my fingers can feel them.
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swallows
I will absolutely die if they go away.
[...] and his fingers and how he’ll never play piano or the flute or run those blue fingers through his long, luxurious blonde curls. “i’m coming!” i yell and toward the back door i run, more than anything, over [...]
oh. my fingers can feel them.