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Ashton

today was a bad day to walk home.

i realized this as the clouds darkened and my pace got quicker.

combing through my curly now soaking wet brown hair, i grasped the cd in my left hand and continued down the damp pavement, eyes fixed on each step.

then i looked up,
and through my foggy glasses,
for a solid second,
i saw her.

a/n
while i do not have a plot,
i do have a story
-soph🌻

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