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20/12/15
She was there again -on the bus- she was in a red polo and cargo pants, she must work in target. Shes back to listening to bowling for soup and rolling stones. The bags under her eyes are back her hair is back to being in a messy bun but she looks more depressed than ever her pale cheeks tear stained. I wanted to talk to her I just didnt have the courage. Like what is she going to think of me. What am I supposed to say to her?

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