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blue and faded
patched up
ripped and torn
a bit uncomfortable
looks good on you
feels heavy
feels thin
smooth like skin
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
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