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[ wink ]


I remember the way you wink, as I was walking down the street when a random guy winked at e. I felt nauseuos and disgusted, questioning myself if he was in the right mind. I thought of your winks, passing by the time you winked at me at random places. But I'll just chuckle to myself, knowing you're just tired. When I'm with you, I don't care about winks.

Yet now, I'm missing yours, as I feel disgusted by others.

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