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by wolfhardy-

by wolfhardy-

                                    
                                              finn,
                          your freckled cheeks were flushed as you walked up to me; my face mimicked yours when i saw you approaching me. you asked if i wanted to go to the carnival opening with you because you wanted to get to know me better. 
                          our hands brushed yet again while walking to a ring toss booth and you did something i could only dream of; you softly grasped my hand, intertwining our fingers. the butterflies in my stomach returned and i never wanted to let go.

                          patiently yours,
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