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A Late Night Visit


“I’m real close.” I texted her. Walking up her doorsteps. I stopped. Waited for a minute, feeling I arrived early. Three knocks. The customary. She opened the door in sync with her lips. Rehearsed finely. She had burnt orange hair that bloomed and rooted into a pigtail upon her shoulder. Reminded me of autumn. My favorite time of year. She wore a spaghetti strap tank top reflecting ocean green. White low-cut shorts. Cut low enough remaining fashionable. But long enough retaining dignity. She’s confident. I liked that. But tonight, Hannah appeared nervous. Something's on her mind. Now, mine too.

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    D.M. almost 9 years ago

    'Looking forward to more!

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