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5-6-01 // 12.56 pm my favourite parks are car parks NP: Pulp - "Different Class" Sunday noontime, a cup of coffee, a moment's peace. Her hand was warm as she touched my bare leg. Her sleeves were short so I could follow the patterns of the freckles on her arm. Her cheek was smooth up against mine as we sat on the couch. Her body was so soft as she pressed up against me to whisper in my ear as we sat on the hardwood floor. It's cloudy today. It's raining...a downpour. These are the kinds of days that motivate me.
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