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date: 2014-02-14
time: 18:53:07
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“But I’m never going to know what his skin feels like pressed against mine, or what he likes in his coffee. Or if he even likes coffee… and I wonder why I love a stranger with all my heart, and why someone who doesn’t even know my name means more to me than I mean to myself.”
words to live by /
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