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{{untitled}} miquila alejandre You said you weren’t sure if you were in love with me anymore. I said, Well, I guess we have to move out then, because you are never affectionate and I am only OK with that because I’ve always felt your love for me in your smile. I called my mom and she put me in a fancy hotel hoping to make me happy and we didn’t talk about why were there. I only cried on the treadmill. |
