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she watches him, watches as she traces the outside of her notebook with a finger watches as he leans in to talk to the blonde with the tight top and great legs with lips the color of blood she watches and traces, not noticing, not even blinking when her finger gets cut on the edge of her notebook she continues to trace staining the edge a brigt red the color of love
